Rattenkönig

Mutiilation

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    Plague times and wind of putrefaction
    Gutter belching rats by millions
    Brutal wave of squeaking vermin
    Babies devoured in their cradle
    Rats seemed to come all from the same place
    A putrid forgotten gutter's bowel
    And in the middle of the nest
    Something as a crown
    A crown made of rats all linked by the tail

    One day a stranger came with odd tongue and red eyes
    His little rat's eyes were shining with malicious intelligence
    Strangely looking
    Breeding distrust
    Covered with rats' furs
    Greasy whiskers like rat's tails over his buck-like yellow teeth
    Deeply cold and malevolent hawking the plague message
    Stench of death and gutter smell follow his ugly path
    He seemed to be the only one not affected by the rats
    Some said they saw him speak with rats
    He who came from nowhere

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    Soon people asked for help to him
    Ready to give the few they had
    The deal was clear he would get out the rats for free
    The condition is that he takes one child with him
    But none of the yokels wanted any child to sacrifice
    They decided another way to break the deal and never pay

    Just let him kill the rats and we won't give anyone
    They said agreed and gave him their word
    He looked at them and he promised at dawn rats would be gone
    At night the villager hardly slept bitten by remorse
    Surrounded by the sound of his flute
    Monotonous and sullen
    The stranger walked calmly
    His music following him in the night
    And the rats followed him near the lake
    Gazing at his complaint
    Trustful they all understood and accepted what he silently said
    The procession disappeared in the deep waters and none saw them again
    And the morning after when he asked for the child
    None wanted to give his son
    Their plan was running on

    The rats were gone but the villagers expelled him with no child
    With the acid smile of betrayal on their hypocrite faces
    At night a feeble melody of sick complaint pierced the silence
    The stranger walked calmly surrounded by the sound of his flute
    And all the children followed him near the lake
    Gazing at his eyes
    Trustful they all understood and accepted what he silently said
    And the children broke the circle to walk to the silver lake
    The procession disappeared in the deep waters and none saw them again

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