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In a cold winter's night

I stopped to drink from the pond

I was just thirsty

But the last thing I'll ever see

Just a brief flash of light

This is my kind's lonely story

And how we were ended prematurely

By the hands of the hunters

Weary and worn

My flesh is all but torn

Bleeding on frigid ground

Red marks the end of me

Like a river flows

Last heart that carried two

The hunter shot a bullet through

First bite, a reminder

We all died for you

Fear, confusion

This terror like a souvenir

For you to keep

For you took from me

All I held dear