I went into the store room,
after eight years,
A horse lay beside,
with a lion sitting near.
I got estatic,
they were looking old,
I gave them my loving warmth,
and under went malicious cold.
I prepared them a plate,
made some clay food,
gave them as i used to,
their faces seemed rude.
I bought them together,
lion was swift,
'went to bring the horse,
it was too heavy to lift.
I left them together,
over the night,
bade them farewell,
switched of the light.
Next day I entered,
to find the atmosphere white,
The lion rested on the neck,
of the ripped horse,who died last night.
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