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This story is true It happened before The elders’ time but They passed it down This forest was deep Pines dark and strong Along with markotny A tyrant lived here Little servants attended His every whim Cringing and bowing All the while Years he would sulk Alone in his cave No one saw him No one wanted to Because when he roused Thunder would roll and Lightning would flash and Markotny would die Tall and long Blue like steel or The hottest flame this Tyrant was too awful What could be done Markotny asked each other We can’t endure here In our forest This world is wide And contains many things Monsters and powers Both old and new From away north it Came known by elders But new in shape This Rye Wolf Once it stalked markotny Harvest fields to snatch Any child who didn’t Heed old stories New years give new Clothes to old demons This Rye Wolf rose To fight this tyrant Its eyes glowed yellow It belched hot smoke It dragged iron claws And howled all night When the moon waxed It howled so loud This earth shook and Woke all this forest When its claws swept These servants fled Shrieking for succor but This tyrant didn’t care He came forth roaring “Hush crop demon You old story Face me and perish!” This Rye Wolf leapt And tore tyrant flesh Scales fell off And became forest lakes This fight churned earth Lightning burned old trees All the great pines Are almost gone now This tyrant fell dead Jaws on his throat This Rye Wolf ripped His life from him This forest was changed But markotny were not Even now we endure And remember this fight Still this Rye Wolf Stalks harvest fields To snatch children And tyrants too See these lakes and See these new trees That’s how it happened This story is true