"A Riddle Solved"
A dwindling soul lurking
In the forest dark and cold,
Where every wood had a story untold,
Of the fetching spring bygone.
"A bewitching beauty I once owned
Such the spring you just gobbed
About in this shirking hole,
But then I was raped by a feral dog.
It quenched its jones, while snuffed the bod.
Now, I am a riddle solved,
The ravishing soul is just a hole.
Your winter would lapse anon,
You'd doll up afresh o wood!
My mojo once doomed
Can never again find its youth."
The soul now a ghost proclaimed in gloom.
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