A patient knock on the door;
Is it the water spirit again?
I hesitate; I hope she has not brought
her mysterious, cloaked friend along.
Gurgled screams erupt outside;
she has made her presence clear.
Another knock; impatient, this time;
she is persuading me to open the door.
I have no choice but to obey—
Alas, she has brought company!
He marches in and turning his back to me,
he throws back his hood.
He turns my home into an abattoir,
once again he is creating havoc—
he takes my bread and butter again,
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