Fear of death
Felt not
Saved by numbness
Yet driven by fear itself
The lonely boar
In his flawless youth
Entered my garden
Seeking a human
Alas,
What's that Slim line?
Smeared red
Blood red
Necklace?
Oh...
GOD's fine work
Nej.
His Agent's
His soul
Blessed to see
Wealth in kilos
To feed upon the
Seekers of food
Roaming the
Moonless night
On Nimble Feet
In Fear of
The loved sons
Of the Protector Himself