Song

There was a boy with a golden skin, with sky blue eyes and hair that shone. The sun was his lover, the wind his comb. A heart beat in his chest and his red blood flowed. All his days were long. This boy met another with a similar look. They gathered their assets, their love and a book. And, together, the two learned shame. The days flowed by in the river of Time, clear 'till the weather started to change. Days in the river grew muddy and mean. The wind whipped about, surly and cold. The sun hid behind ominous clouds. The boy paled, grew pallid, and waned. ...Grown suddenly old, now ever alone, A once tender boy with once golden skin No longer thought thoughts that shone.