I couldn’t believe when my nephews told me
Of how you sealed your doom
We saw it when your eyes looked up to the horizon
We knew it when you grasped a stone
We wept when you made fire
Even the king doesn’t pick the moves
Even You can’t beat the system
Take your own advice
Drink your own poison
If Elk could dream Bear out of the world
Elk would starve to Death
In your fear of Dark and Monsters
You became both Dark and Monster

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