Teema: Luule / Riimuv

The Worgen (1)

The day runs dry
The ground is red
Stained upon the claw
Stained in the head.

Flickers of the rain, the waters are harsh
It tries to disguise and wash off the theft
Shouting and screaming, lost in the marsh
Two beings entered, but only one left.

The soil cowers beneath the footsteps of many
It will never whisper a word to any.

"Look all you like, you will never find her!
You have no idea how long it took me to hide her...
The soil knows the secrets, and no one more!
Now leave be, and lock up your doors!"

Footsteps abuse the ground to the vigerous shout.
More have come to see what the fuss is about!
They still find nothing, and nothing more
But they light up their torches to settle the score.

"Come out, come out you wretched mutt!
End your spree now and we'll make your eyes shut!"

Shouting and screaming embellishes the night.
These people are searching with all of their might.
I won't let them find me, I know this for sure.
Oh will they notice if I feast on one more?

The skies won't cry
The earth won't speak
I will not comply
I will only seek.

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