He sees but does nothing
When the long ones come by
Dark and menacing
With terrible eyes
Holding black weapons
Held up to the sky
Titanic in size,
The Long Ones arrive.
He sees but does nothing
As his townsmen come out.
The women are screaming
And the children shout.
And the men are armed
And all about.
All, in doubt…
Because the Long Ones arrive.
He sees but does nothing
As the Long Ones swept through
Hacking and slashing
As whole bodies flew
Severed, dismembered
And flaming, a few
There was never no bloodshed
When the Long Ones came through.
He sees but does nothing
But the tears wet his eyes
As the people he loved
Were crushed as though flies
As the people he loved
All begged, screamed, and died
For the sake of a deer
He killed for a prize.
He sees but does nothing
As the Long Ones depart
Leaving behind
Their gory art.
Leaving him to
No home, no friends
No place to sleep or,
His letters, to send
Only an end
To a life he once known
And the birth of a man
Who made venegeance his own
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