"There's a demon on the prowl today.
Destructive yet familiar.
Do not come close you tiny fawn.
You are still too young to be crushed.

Do not come any closer now.
Can't you see him in the water?
Why are you coming closer now?
Please turn around, just turn around.

He has seen you! Run away, now!
Why aren't you running, foolish fawn?
Now he is walking toward you fawn!
I'm coming. Don't let him hurt you."


A slight poem Zerg's thoughts lined up into being while watching an angery Walter in the water, and seeing an unsuspecting fawn (gray pelted) quickly approaching her, as well as Walter.

If you'll notice, I tried to hold a 7-syllable pattern.