The Good By Dmitriy Bagretsov

I guess the Good must have big fist, sharp horns and tail like wild beast and hooves and beard, oh, it is sad, I guess It must be very hairy to breathe with flame to stamp so scary to come for you, my dear friend. Oh, can you hear It walks in glory The venom flows from fangs, don't worry, Its tail whips Its sides with wrath The Good howls frightfully and loud Its sharpest horns scrape dreary cloud And It is close to us enough! I tell you, my capricious reader, You carry humanism you're leader I wish you very Good and let You will remember after meeting with Good in midnight, what a pity, my lines and shouting "help", that's pretty, here's chomping, crunch and you are dead. P.S. This is my translation of poem by Dmitriy Bagretsov