It was an evil donkey
He was standing in the dark
cold and quiet
The leg was gone, just dissolved in puss and blood
It was spreading now, the disease, the evil within
Spreading along his spine
It was an evil donkey
Standing by the crossroads
His fur is covered in dust and blood and life forgotten
The lost souls are haunting his veins
He slowly starts moving, limping on three legs
His eyes staring towards the stars, looking but not seeing
Only feeling
There was an evil donkey
He was walking in the dark
His eyes has lost their glimmer
His back has broken in half
The road seems endless
There was an evil donkey
He is laying in the dark
His body is dissolving
His mind is full of fear
He is turning in to dust by the side of the road
And the memory of light is soon lost
By daybreak there is no more
No more evil donkey
Only dust by the side of the road
