Samovila, Goddess of the Slavic nation
& of every beast & bird,
Tiptoeing & traipsing through forests,
going softly & unheard,
Protecting little creatures with love &
holding to your breast,
So they feel your beating heart & know
they´re safe to rest.
Beware the errant huntsman, poacher, the
sadist with a trap,
The men with bows & arrows, those with
saw, chain & strap,
Your days are very numbered, your end is
due & also very nigh,
It´s time for you to trip & stumble,
time now for you to finally die.
Goddess Samovila, lures every cruel man to
well earned tomb,
By dancing him to his death, deep within
dark forest´s gloom,
Her beryl eyes they can’t resist, nor the
magic of her lacy skirts,
As she calls & to them beckons, cruel
men to death, she now flirts.
No man dares to hurt nor harm, those of
feather, fur, scale & claw,
No man shall lay his sinful hand upon those
of talon, plume & paw,
Unless with Samovila he wants to dance, to
the tune of final death,
So that every beast & bird may live
& we may all know their breath.
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