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IV

Struck with this thought,
The boy lost a lot:
In a moment he got
Trapped; but he fought.
He fought up to end,
He tried to contend…
But had to consent
To the wraith’s hand.

V

Years had passed after boy disappeared;
But nothing could soothe parents’ mourning.
Happened a thing that they always feared,
And they spent these years in yearning.
Life in the village engulfed with gloom:
There wasn’t a boy with a horn;
Thick layer of dust had covered his room,
The hill’s overgrown with thorns.
Happiness came to an end in the valley,
The child was a dear to all;
And nobody noticed a man in the alley,
Wearing black, with his head bald.
VI

Though he was handsome, that young man:
Tall and strong, of stature proud;
His cape was waving on the wind,
But there was silence all about.
His eyes were black, as though the night
Dwelt in him from the Cosmos’ dawn;
His pace was slow, his breath was deep,
His hands were hidden all along.
He had been wandering for years,
His guide was darkness in his soul;
He brought a lot of suffering
To still the hunger of the ghoul.
And now he came back to his home –
The former home, it’s better said;
Walked up the hill he recollected well,
And got one hand out after that.
There was a strangely looking horn;
He held it tight, as not to lose.
‘Twas also black with silver edge,
Though on its side was a large bruise.
A man looked on it, but his face
Would not express a feeling, still.
And then he pressed it to his lips,
And played the music of the ill.