Crawl between the sky and snow
To the waters deep below
Eat beneath the morning sun
Dodge the bullet, hide the gun.
Clinging moisture all around
Head above, you will not drown
Deep below in murky depths
Hide the demons in their nest.
Loose the arrow, soft the string
Listen as it lightly sings.
In the nighttime death abounds
Hunter’s horn will surely sound.
If you stray on stormy night
Fellow traveler mourn your plight.
For this world it is not fair.
So my friend, please take care.
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