If I were to die, it would one full of blood,
If I were to die, it would be a quick death,
I don't know but,
would you know which way you would like to die?
its not my time yet,
but it'll soon be.
Six hundred they go,
none of them know,
that death lies ahead,
into the valley they go wishing they had stayed in bed,
all of them die,
all of them wonder and sigh,
at what is left of of their dead corps bodies,
hoping that someone will replenish their dead body.
Digging, Digging,
looking for a corps to feed upon,
none to be found,
"were they?" I say "have taken them away so I cannot feed?"
rustling in the bushes,
i turn around to see a little creature,
not a girl, not a boy, not even a human,
it looks at me with hungry red eyes.
Over the still night out of the gloom,
A Shrill met men-at-arms in the court yard,
Over the grave, over again,
Returned their ghostly highness off to be with his one true love,
Not yet knowing of her death, their majesty is off again.
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