The son of the lion
He's never on his time
He feeds on pride
He's one I despise
The son of the tiger
He kills to live
Never trying to decipher
The feelings within
The lovely daughter of the deer
Death being always near
She forgets to feel alive
Too busy trying to survive
The cursed chameleon of the night
So dark yet appears so bright
Poor thing always acting alright
As it is his speicial way to fight
The sly friend of the fox
Listening to my and your talks
The eavesdrop in every corner
Awaiting a moment to unleash disorder
I am the crow
Surely we all know
A bringer of demise
Never needs a prize
My ears hear no same
My eyes see all the same
Stalking the right time
Awaiting the day you all die
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