The Tainted Snow

The lamb plays night and day.
She's soft, she's sweet, and she's ever gay.
She's with her mother, but yearns to go astray.
For danger lurks not far away-

The lion perched up on a rock.
He's keeping an eye on this forbidden flock.
At this pristine lamb he gawks-
This lamb he begins to sweet talk.

The little lamb goes with this lion.
For his eyes lure her as though they're made of diamond.
He and she climb up the highland.
So quiet, so clean, as though they escaped to an island.

The little lamb starts to cry.
For his touch is not right-
But no one shall hear, for they're too out of sight.
The little lamb tries to make flight.

The lion is proud of his difficult find.
With one hit, the little lamb's blind.
He enjoys this powerful state of mind.
For on her he dined.

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