4.

It was a dark and dreary night
And the owls were hooting; but where?
The wolves were almost grinning
At the base of the firs.
The person this is written of
Could no longer care
For they could feel the mud through their toes
And the bitterness of the air.

The day had started well enough
Saying goodbye to their love
The birds were singing and the sun was out
They praised their God up above.
But the turn began where they chanced upon
And old man with a white dove.
He had snapped it's neck for it was sick
There was red upon his glove.

Upon questioning they understood
The value of life in man's hand.
But as the sky turned black
They turned to see a travelling band.
It was the funeral hearse
Of the same old man.
They turned again and soon realised
That man now did not there stand.

They ran away with fear and dread
Feeling so old and sick
it was raining so heavily
Yet they'd ran into the pricks.
The vines seemed to clench their ankles
And as they tripped and slipped
Their clothes were ripped and shoes were lost
They could only grab onto sticks.

As the water keeps coming down
We find our hero saddened
Their mind a simple quandary
Over all events witnessed and surely happened.
So imagine now their full surprise
When through their water ravaged eyes
They felt they'd fantasized
But then they realised...