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"Grimm am Barrett" a Tyrian theme song

He hides low

His chest heaves

I smell sweat

Upon his sleeves

As the Grimm

Stealthly creeps...

I watch in awe

His moments few

Red drops on grass

Like morning dew.

And in a flash

His soul leaps.

"Poor Barrett

It was your time.

No fairy tale sunshine.

No time for rest

Or reprieve."

He lays still now

Sprawled and red,

A grotesque clown

I fall from the trees

And turn to leave.

To my surprise

Barrett did not die

He arose again

And glared at me.

A stare

Most chilling

Spewing hate

Like a wellspring.

"T'was nothing cruel.

It's all for 'she' ".

Death would soon

Claim him

Set upon yet again

By the Grimm.

That's when he

Sighed and spoke to me:

"Your time will come soon.

Sunsets are ahead of you.

Your deeds will

Come to bare

And the Just deliver

Will be fair."

I smirk as he falls flat

Velvet pools and

Grimm teeth smack

Turn out he was

Dumber than he seemed.

His words fall on

"Death" ears.

A feeble try

To play on fears.

But they mean

Nothing to me...

As the Grimm

Slowly creep...

I shrug and laugh

And turn to leave.......

She out there waiting...

For me....