She came across some misty borderland
And said that gender was a thing unknown.
They all ate manna from the warm wind blown
That fell on valleys, hills, down to the strand.
She smiled and took me shyly by the hand
Though as we walked I found that I was prone
To leave this child, a woman scarcely grown,
I felt her presence we could not withstand.
For poverty would end and war would cease,
And all our arms and swords would turn to ploughs.
I’d watch the state all prisoners release,
Men and women exchange true wedding vows.
Such awful things now swirled inside my head,
I left her in the tall grass cold and dead.
Dark indeed, it is! I scarcely know what to say about this one; it is like things that go "bump in the night", and the noises made more terrifying by dangerous animals as they lurk in the dark and are unseen and unidentified as to what they are and how terrible they might be!
But, it still is a fascinating read, and a dark and terrible story!