The guardsman was bribed
The royal guard slain
The maiden fell from her tower
And the empress was assassinated
Yet, I will sit here and watch
As it all crumbles
The maid knows
The stable boy knows
The watchman's son knows
They do not tell, for they fear the same fait
And I will still sit here
The baker is moving
The fisherman has joined the riots
The blacksmith has barricaded the house
The people are afraid, and in their fear, they burn their own world down
I will stay seated here for a little longer
The trees are dying
The lakes are freezing
The people are calming
For there is nothing more to destroy
I think I might go to find another home soon
Where the land is still untainted
And my prey is fresh
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Barn owl
Short Storyin old times, barn owls where seen as a bad omen, because of their ghostly appearance and haunting screech
