Seeking Absolem
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,
I see,
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.
Oh wait!
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
Suddenly,
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????"
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