The Wild Spirit

Once upon a time
In a land so far off
There lived a wild spirit
Its soul was too, aloft

In hopes of finding
Another soul to share
All the land the spirit
Had come to bare

It looked for years
But did not find
Another soul that
Was ever so kind

When all hope was gone
And the effort was not found
Yet still no other
Young spirit came round

So the spirits’ soul search
Had come to an end
As thy poem does become
An insult to recommend

To all those who feel
The poem that I doth wrote
Was any sort of proper
Type of antidote

To the previous poems
That I have published
All being dark and evil
And well undernourished