Guyute was the ugly pig   he walked on me and danced a jig   that he had learned when he was six   he laughed and did some other tricks      like pulling weapons from his coat   and holding them against my throat   he lectured me in language strange   and scampered quickly out of range      I'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