The story:
The day is surely near...
when scattered fragments unify together without fear.
Let The cosmos magnify
Good vibes; good cheer!
Walking without your dog
Won't just be the same
As walking beside it
Besides who was born to be
A lonely butterfly
After a moth seems to die
The baby cobra snake
Wriggled at his feet
The keeper of the peace
Venom was too precious
Actions too atrocious
Beyond any shadow of doubt
Forward marched the one
The one and only one
Whose neck is colored blue
From drinking every drop
Of venomous sour nectar
From them and me and you
SHRIEK:
Here comes the bride coyly,
Didn't you know it,
Oh she is the ghost of Clementina and truly;
The waters of the well will vouch mutely
Verily I say to you,
Bind me a cord from the Banyan trees vines.
For Merrily has she roamed
It's time to hibernate and safely bound
And some would say on a fine sunny day
You would meet her beyond the hallowed ground
Fatigued by a failed humanity,
Forsaken by the springs of piety
That once would abound on
The mighty magic hillock.
Epilogue: let her rock
Be her rock
On the lonely magic hillock
She's a witch
So don't you ditch
You mighty wizened warlock
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