I dared to look
Where mortals cannot
For that
I've been chased
And devoured
By those I've trusted the most
Led by their lust
Stronger than their love
And now they mourn
Yelp, whimper, howl
To ease their pain
Sculpture they raise
Carved in finest oak
Image of me
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