One whose end came subtle and quiet
That ravaged his body 'til his dying disquiet
That left a friend to wait in the rain
To never see the sun again
One whose end came withering and slow
Until his end is all he would know
A long trek north, an impossible task
'Til a kind way out was all he could ask
One whose end came sudden, violent
That choked them with blood 'til their screams were silent
And 'til the rain washes the red away
Leaves another with a world gone hostile and gray
These poor souls, these forsaken three
Perhaps now, then, they can all be free
But until skies have cleared and the flowers have sprung
Maybe it's easier to eat your young.