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A spirit that was once wild and free. Full of life, love, caring and giving. Soaring high and roaming free.

A spirit that was so strong, that legend had said, there was to so much life in this spirit, no one was going to tame it or break it.

 A weaker spirit comes along, and rides with the stronger. Following and roaming the land. Learning from the stronger one how to live and love and care. Riding high and roaming free.

 The two spirits bond, they become closer than anyone has ever seen two spirits become. They shared the wind and land. Roaming about careless and free.

 The wind changed. It started to blow in the opposite direction. The weaker now challenging the stronger.

 They continue to roam free. The weaker spirit feeding off the stronger, while growing stronger each day.

 The weak has now become strong, the strong now growing week.

 The challenge breaks out. The battle begins.

The love and caring die, the caring and what they once shared dwindle.

 The weak has become strong, and has left what was once strong lying there to die. It’s spirit used up, and fading. Never more to roam free and wild. No more love or caring. No more to share what strength it once had.

 The spirit is gone, only the memory and the legend remain. What was once so loving, free and wild, no more to be seen.

 ---Tatty---