Centaur

Part man and part horse,
A peaceful life they don’t care for,
All those savages want is war,
A group of them are a formidable force.

Living savage, lustful and wild,
They use sticks and stones,
To break their enemies’ bones,
Never call them calm or mild.

In forests and mountains, they live,
There is no better hunter,
They cheer with pride and do not chunter,
Offend them and they’ll never forgive.

These are creatures that nobody adores,
Standing large, savage and cruel,
These are creatures you cannot rule,
Wild and free, the great centaurs.

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