Poetry for the Surreal-minded
In this world of dreary,
My only escape is beyond;
the Veil of the Wood which is eerie.
When I happen upon a sparkling Pond.
I walked along its lawn,
when I happened upon a Swan.
I approach with fear,
that soon turns to sorrow so drear.
For this Swan was unlike any other.
A Swan who's lost its Mother.
As the Swan looked upon me,
that the situation is worse than expected,
The Swan sang in his Honking tone,
"Oh, dear. Oh, dear
How much it is I fear!
For these tears I shed
Does nothing to remove this Crimson Red!"
At first, I knew not what he meant.
Until I found the cause of his torment!
One of the poor Swan's wings was bleeding.
As I tried to clean the wound, I realize
that what I thought was Blood was the guise of being half Robin.
As I sit back in confusion, the half breed Swan cries out in Exclusion.
I know not how to help this outcast bird
I feel a burst of Cold
and in a Blue blast,
I see a bunch of Blue Butterflies!
As I look on in wonder,
those Blue Butterflies take flight.
Though, instead of flying away,
they collide with each other.
Until Lo and Behold,
A Man in Blue appears before me.
He looks at me with a mischievous grin
As he asks,
"Who Are You????"