Bidding his final goodbyesTears in his wife's eyesThe scrawny farmhandLeaves for the killSons to be fedDaughter to be wedThe scrawny farmhandLeaves for the killSwift as the wind he ridesFar from where he residesThe scrawny farmhandLeaves for the killThe stench of death fills the airClose to the creature's lairThe scrawny farmhandMoves for the kill
I hope that somedayI can discover somethingA new creature, maybe
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