It watches startled by the sight
And yet it watches, Silent.
It waits
As he runs wild through the fields
Grass wakened in panic
Trees huddle together fearful.
It does nothing as the call of grief
Echoes through the blackened clouds
And lands at his feet
It watches.
It sighs at the sight of the man
On his knees with a cry
Screams out in the night
As rain falls down upon him like a beating, Each drop destined to scar him
Maim him beyond repair.
It watches, Watches
Then turns a blind eye.
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