The weather-beaten old hut sat at the far end of the village weather
I had walked past it several times and I had never seen it either
The idea that someone could have lived in this very building seem terrorizer
It's walls so tall and ending never
sharp remains of woods still lie all over
encircling me as like a victim of an ambush dear
it crouched in the shadows like a sleeping bear
I walked towards the entrance door
from the inside it looked as big as ever
for no floors or ceiling were there
dust, cobwebs, and graffitis on the walls corner
brought me back to reality there
for this had once been the home of a happy
hero who lived here
once said better to live one day as a Lion, than a sheep for 100 year
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