Spirit and Spirit’s mate Soul
Soul has a pet called Control.
Control has a nasty demeanor
For years Spirit has let him be Lord of the manor.
Spirit tells Soul it is time to give me his leash
Soul hesitates, but Spirit demands to find peace.
Control senses a change in the game and tries to fight.
Gnashing his ugly teeth, eyes glare in the morning light.
Spirit looks at Soul –Control your beast.
He needs to be gone by time the sun rises in the east.
Soul agrees but is lost where do I begin.
Spirit through tear-filled eyes you need to look within.
Soul fears life with out his pet.
But if he stay what will I have left.
Tonight Control is chained outback
hopefully soon he will be all packed.
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