Like a mad man he dashed out.
In the grip of fear he shouted.
Terrified his heart almost jumped out.
He was shattered without a let out.
His loneliness gobbled him out.
Friends or foe had he in the clout?
He could have shared with his friends throughout.
He would have fought with his foes without a doubt.
Lo! he stood alone from the crowd like a silhouette.
With eyes wide open he blinked like a distraught.
With sensibility perfect he appeared like a laggard
With stature perfect but he looked like an upstart.
Keeping away had made him a desolate grumpy haggard
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