In a forest,
Like a cornfield.
One stands up,
Like warriors do.
Fear no evil,
Fear no witches.
So they said,
They all do.
White against black,
Tall against short.
Opposites always fight,
Yet they attract.
Running in freedom,
Full blown nudity.
Naked to them,
Freedom to us.
Strange clouds amass,
Strangers descend upon.
The strangeness lifts,
But the strangers reside.
Thousands but one,
Stood by me.
Holding against charge,
The oncoming horde.
I found a white hair.
Erratic Behaviour
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