A ville at foot of mountain,
for a place, I looked, to rest my head.
'Twas normal, I'd pick outside of town or near it,
but I picked the inn in town instead.
'Twas there I met a woman,
'bout the same of age as me.
She said she ran the saw mill,
and for cut lumber, she'd pay fair fee.
But wasn't much to cut these days,
good trees, to find, were rare.
For more than likely, 'stead of trees,
more than oft' you'd find a bear.
Crazy, she said they drove her,
without the wood, into the ground her business ran.
Then she saw my bow and asked me,
if I'd ease her burden, and kill as many as I can.
For me, I knew it would be simple,
for oft' I hunted stronger game.
And so her coin, I had accepted,
then boasted of all the bears my bow 'twould maim!
That night, I'd got the rest I'd wanted,
and slept, with nary not a dream.
For the night, for me, held naught but nightmares,
of the fear, my family, they did scream.
My mind went back, into the past,
of the times when life, was all but right.
Until the terror, that slew them all,
descended, upon the house that night.
The demons of blood, I'd sworn I'd kill,
with the bloodlust, they'd shown my kin.
With any way, or reason,
I'd kill them all and hope, 'twould be peace that I could win.
The next day that I'd woken,
I went out, to divert my hate towards the beasts.
They'd not again, like my sworn foes,
hold longer any bloody feasts.
Back to town, I went in solemn,
to tell of death, to sawmill maiden fair.
For like the beasts, of this poor girl,
I knew of burdens to bear.
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Well done.