Super Natural

Man is a myth,
Said the light and the dark,
And the grey just went along with it.

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A peaceful morning,
Bright and clear,
Emerald waves
Bringing smiles stretching
Upon the New Years.

All day long the sun shines.
And all frolic and play,
Save for the few who watch from the shadow.
Eventually the day waxes,
And the night wanes,
And the sheep tired, hit the hay.

The monsters come out at night,
To scare the sheep that stay awake.
They lurk and hide,
They wait and abide,
Waiting for- nay, stalking their precious prey.

The sheep are all asleep.
The tragedy in disguise waiting for this opportune moment.
They shear the sheep,
Take their hooves.
They blind the sheep,
Stick hot needles down the ear,
Leaving naught for them to find near.

They take the grass,
They take the trees,
They take the rights,
And write the deeds.
They take everything,
Even the life the sheep lead.

Not among the villains are the cobras,
The crocodiles or the bears,
Only man.
And no dragon left to scare them away,
They remain myths.

And as myths are,
They are untouchable.

"They aren't men."
Said light and dark,
As grey who followed along
Questioned what would dare.
"They don't exist."
Said light and dark.
But Grey would not cower in fear.

ISA