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*** The Deamon of Hate ***
Zob was hiding in the Dark
Sitting oh, so Quietly and Still
While they Searched all around
Zob knew what Fate awaited
Those who hunted Hated him
Those who hunted Knew his Sort
Those who hunted Wanted his Life
Those who hunted Wanted him Dead
Zob had Run when the Dogs Howled
When the Horses had Clattered by
When the Riders Called his Name
Zob had Run when Death Arrived
Those who Searched had Followed Him
Followed him from the Hills all around
Watched him Climb the Gate
Those who Searched watched Scuttle away
Zob was standing Below the Window
Standing in Hope lit by Moonlight
Having Run from his Shelter
Zob was standing Below looking up
They Rode the Gate and Spread out
Agents for Good to Cleanse the Filth
Their Fair City would be Safe again
An Ancient Evil will be Driven Out
Zob had come to watch Her
Fair Beyond Hope
The Physical Form of a Goddess
Zob’s Dream was True
Now he must Pay with his Life
His Love requited just Once
The hunters Closed quickly in
His last Thought was of her Face
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