Shin

A Lament for Shin:

Shadows blurred the path he treaded, shadows ruining our pride, Making the happiness we've hoped for disappear from our side. Shadows make his way so lonesome, innocent as he may seem, Knowing naught of the great darkness, that now surrounded him.

Oh my pride, my little puppy, journeying now all alone, Walking quiet in the unseen without a pack to call his own. A tiny being hardly knowing, what life was all about, Yet had lived with great faith, had trusted deep without a doubt.

Day by day we see him going although we don't know it until then, When his spirit flows away from him, maybe to live again. Pride disappears quickly, joys and hopes are gone within. Toil we've done quickly vanishes, as we lose what we thought we'd win.

Thus our parting makes us sadder, showing things we've long so feared, A howl could be heard in our hearts since this sorrow hath appeared. Faint yet deep, the howl starts rising, till it starts to flood my heart, Telling me of my dear sorrow, borne when we had been apart.

Now we walk quiet in sorrow, knowing death as we have learned, Accepting things as always although we lose what we had earned. Yet I learn to forget my sadness, for I feel his presence as before, For I loved my little puppy and I shall cherish him forevermore.

Dedicated to Shin, 10/7/99-11/12/99.

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