Morning breaks after a 
long, hot summer night, 
spoiling the sacred peace. 
The sun filters through the windows 

like swords ripping through his flesh 
in a frenzy. He vainly attempts to hold 
back the demons holding him back, but perhaps it's too 
late, 

leaving him little time 
to react for he hears children's voices on the hills in 
the forest approaching 

quickly. So he answers with regret as he's done before 
and he'll do forever. His discomfort soon wears off upon 
the realization that this can't exist.