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Sadness tears through beating hearts

As the soul turns green to black

A single tear brews In between

The dreaded mind attack

Goblins night is now ruined

And everything is asleep

Awake he ponders death and scars

But all he can is weep

Weak and cowered, hunched his spine

A vision in his eyes

The door creaks slow, he heads for pine

This may be his demise

Scared and cold In winters night

Only owls to be heard

The moon guides him as his light

In the distance rests a blur

Closer and closer the goblin heads

And the vision becomes clearer

To thy surprise and his dismay

On the ground lays a mirror

Ugly and rotten staring back

His eyes begin to quiver

Draws his sword and turns around

Mutilating his liver