by Ivan Handress (not a real person)
I ate the soul of my fallen foe
It escaped him through his eye
How fitting for his essence to be
The final sight you espy
I picked it up as it clawed to escape
It screeched a horrible cry
But your soul is my bloody reward
For causing you fools to die
*Publisher's note: This is a joke poem, not to be taken seriously!!!*
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