He appears, an apparition conjured by unseen powers.
His words come out of nowhere, striking awkward notes,
leaving an inharmonious taste.
His laugh, discordant, disconcerting: a sequel to his song of conversation.
His form like that of a slender gazelle on the savannah.
He runs with graceful gallops,
with a wild mane of hair grazing upon the sapphire sky.
His kind nature: an angel only seeing the silver linings of clouds.
He remains perpetually pleasant; no worldly entity wields the weapons to ignite his fury. His angelic feathers never ruffle.He plays the guardian, lending an unhelpful, helping hand.Mere mortals encounter a supernatural being riddled by antithesis.They discover a tone-deaf angel,fallen on the African grasslands in animal form.
His words come out of nowhere, striking awkward notes,
leaving an inharmonious taste.
His laugh, discordant, disconcerting: a sequel to his song of conversation.
His form like that of a slender gazelle on the savannah.
He runs with graceful gallops,
with a wild mane of hair grazing upon the sapphire sky.
His kind nature: an angel only seeing the silver linings of clouds.
He remains perpetually pleasant; no worldly entity wields the weapons to ignite his fury. His angelic feathers never ruffle.
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