You missed the ting
and could not understand
the gold turned to silver
all in your hand in the space of a night
your voice turned too loud
for the rest of us to comprehend.
I know, I know, I've been there
before, when the wolves were less feral
and the rest of the forest forgave
all your strange movements in the dark.
But, things have changed,
and I can only say I'm sorry
that you've died for the thousandth time.
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