The sky bleeding for all to see,
The trees purely white,
Which sat next to the bank safely,
The clouds covered most of the pain,
Yet could not mask the truth,
That it's time was coming near,
It was far passed it's wondrous youth,
Pete saw his reflection thoroughly,
Yet could not make it all out,
His screams masked by the chilly air,
No one had heard his bloodied shout,
His hope was with the wind,
He had grouped with the others,
They stood fast near him,
And called him their brother,
His bleak was demised,
His hope restored,
Yet his search continued on,
For his lovely board.
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