The Witcher inspired this poem.
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In the dark park, at the evening hour,
Do you do your daily lap.
You see the man in the bushes
He paralyzes you with his spell.
You can't scream
Horror distorts your face.
You realized in horror
Which is why he banned you.
A shadow appears in the dark
Away from you, it is not far.
Sharp claws hurt you,
Shred your body euphorically,
HE lurks behind a thick hedge,
Then he rushes out of his hiding place
With a black, swift blade,
Trim the monster's arm, leg, swing arm!
The head rolls next to your face
You feel death - not life ...
He kneels down next to you
You close your eyelids full of sorrow.
Cool blade, hot pain,
He finishes it, pierces your heart.
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Originally posted on 2022-07-01 02:45:00.