The End of Mor'du

There are men

Many men

I smell them on the earth

The bushes

The trees

Many men

Enough men to provide a great battle

Hopefully great enough

...

There is the thunder of hoofs

It is the poppet

That smelled so delicious

Those accursed wisps lead the girl away

What's this those little bears ride with her

Magic bears like me

But weak yet

I can made them strong like me

Teach them the way of strength

...

Men have captured a fine she-bear

She is touched by the curse like me

I will crush these men

I will take her

And mate her

Together we can bring down the world of men

More powerful then they all

...

I scatter the men they are still no match for me

The one whose leg was so tasty wants to play

He makes a good plaything

The poppet with her puny arrows smells so succulent

...

Puny she-bear!

You dare defy me!

You will be a worthy mate once I feast on the poppet!

...

How dare you, you insolent sow!

You cannot hurt me!

I am Mor'du!

I am...

free

...

Thank you

I thought it was done. Now it is.