The Last of Her Kind

In a cold winter's night I stopped to drink from the pond I was just thirsty But the last thing I'll ever see Just a brief flash of light This is my kind's lonely story And how we were ended prematurely By the hands of the hunters Weary and worn My flesh is all but torn Bleeding on frigid ground Red marks the end of me Like a river flows Last heart that carried two The hunter shot a bullet through First bite, a reminder We all died for you Fear, confusion This terror like a souvenir For you to keep For you took from me All I held dear