When in Spring with leaves turned to greenEyes, hands & faceThere lived one man with a thirstTo live in the moment between space & timeSelling his pots and pans to get byAlthough the years would pass he had every reason to graspThe true message of his heart was found in a book Inside was filled with a deep look on dreamsDark conclaves of dungeons with kings & queensDeep demonic screamsCray's from out of the belly of HellWhat a strange way of a story to tellHowls in the village square piercing shrieksAll found in this merchant's handbook It will make you think perhaps take another lookOne day the merchant was workingHe lost his book when he wasn't lookingInside he kept a hundred dollar bill for keep sake maybe for a cheap thrillNow the book was gone and so went his mindHe once could see but now he's blindThe merchant was a very timid man very kindBut now the madness ensued he was in a heavy bind A reward was posted at the local post officeOver the course of time he would find a knock on his front doorIt was none other but a local ministerinviting the merchant to his home for dinnerThe merchant agreed to go and at the end of their great feastThe minister confessed and admittedFor he was the one who had stolen his handbookWas very tempted to draw insight for his sermons For the merchants case instead of outrage he was left in a hazeWhen he came to his senses he forgave himTaking the book back, to his surprisethere was thosand dollars insideThe seed he had planted a time ago grewHe didn't really know what to doHad bitten far more then he could ever chewNext thing you know the merchant made a personal donationTo take a break on a long awaited vacationThen he wrote in his book to finish his storyHis book finally of dreams was bound for glory
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