Some were prepared to be
Suicidal, I was like, alright!
Merry men of
The glen
Ready to top themselves
From near enough on high
Let's wait and see
Who will hear your
Screams, then.
The mist sends its regards
With the addition that
You won't be missed.
The faunae won't lie in
Wait for your carcasses to
Rot. They'll simply continue to
Graze as they've done
Centennial age to centennial age.
And won't drop
A tear from their eye
Lest the winter
Winds be savage.
But by then, new faunae
Will have been spawned.
