When I left this place I believe I saw an animal,
Some creature unknown by life and untouched by death.
It was supposed to have an impressive rack of antlers,
But the relentless, torrential rain; it broke one of them asunder.
I thought it to be evident that the creature was crying,
But its eyes had not the ability to express this revelation.
It didn’t move when I walked by it; I thought it would reel and flutter like a frightened bird.
It looked at me, and I looked back, and I decided that he deserved humanity.
I found his broken piece on the snow-covered ground, it was frozen solid and shattered when I touched it.
He looked at me, and I looked back, and I apologized for the life he could’ve had.
I decided I was to walk away from him, then, and I wondered what he had looked like when he was born.
Did he wax? Or, was he born how he was when I saw him?
I decided I was to look back to him, then, but he was there no more.
He had run before I turned my back.
I noticed, next to the shards of his character, a crimson glare from my own heritage.
Perhaps it had been that venom that had poisoned his stature.
I continued down the way, and I saw him there.
He laid slain on the ground: a blank, mindless stare.
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