The Sea of Grass and Green


Ere’ a night when I do not walk by the sea of grass and green,
The smell of dew, perhaps a clue;
To the sea of grass and green.
The urge of freedom and a scornful look were much of what I received.
Day by day they faded away, I was all I would need.
Further and further their greed led from the sea of grass and green.

Well we have always been told since we were small to not go to the sea of grass and green.
It’s beauty a lie, it’s meadows a crime.
But still I stroll night by night by the sea of grass and green.
And one lone eve indifferent as it did seem;
I stopped my pace to look for what could not be seen.
And in that moment a lone figure stood,
In that sea of grass and green.

I shouted and jumped and looked for reason,
But my eyes could not be deceived;
This lone figure stood and stared with a frightening glare from eyes of a darken sheen.
I stood and stared at this unfathomable sight out in that sea of grass and green.
As days passed by I spread my tale of the figure I did see,
But still I walked all alone without anyone to be seen.
Save for the figure that did stand out in that sea of grass and green.

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