Guyute

Guyute was the ugly pig

Who walked on me and danced a jig

That he had learned when he was six

Then stopped and did some other tricksLike pulling weapons from his coat

And holding them against my throat

He lectured me in language strange

And scampered quickly out of rangeI'm bouncing like a newborn elf

I can't remain inside myself

Guyute glances in my eyes

And manages to hypnotizeMe as I sleep the sleep of death

He sucks from me my only breath

That I had breathed since I was ten

I hope this happens once again