The monsters were chasing a little shadow,
She was running and crying and begging and sobbing and bellow.

The world was ringing with the laughter from the background,
The shadow finally caught by the hound.

She was bitten, bidden, broken, it has many enjoyments.
Cried in the misery, broken limbs and broken wings.

Half the face was covered with blood, half with the fear,
Rage in the heart, body in the shiver.

Count the bloody slit,
Jewels of yellow and purple, blue and black are damages.
Pathetic numbness and every change in the body were becoming blur images.

Dirty place and dirty clothes, they took a piece and erased all the traces,
The little shadow burned alive turned into ashes.