Herd
Herd was ferociously terrifying in his warrior-ware.
He is frightening whispered two women who scare.
Herd’s tattoos were fierce, his eyes were popping black.
He had a way about him that he could never take back.
People parted in fear as he strutted into a town.
They talked about his wolf kills for miles around.
I just did not see it. From were comes their fright?
I see a different man, one with a huge light.
He takes no prisoners, he is a battle machine.
Said several men, not trying to be impolite or mean.
I watched him stomp down a hill, not seeing this.
I saw him give a wink to a girl, a cute little miss.
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