The story of a sheepdog
The overwhelming smell of lavender fills the room,
The squeal of vintage floor boards shaking beneath the shifting weight,
The sobs of the broken hearted echo through the hallways.
Another sheepdog stolen from his flock.
Rest easy now soldier, for your time for peace
Has come.
Only you could fight the demons that reaped for your soul.
The suffrage and pain forever at bay.
The numbness finally fading.
To the man who stood against the evil
That floods this world.
To a defender of the weak and protector of the innocent.
To the daughter who weeps for the void in her heart.
She tries to hold her composure but finds only pain and
Sadness in the “closure”.
The empty she feels, until the night comes.
It is there he dances in her dreams and gives,
Her visions of the future.
And then each morning he is stolen again.
“Vadis Vado” She whispers.
You go, I go, in a voice only he can hear.
