The silkwing body,
is a true peace of art.
Maybe they're nice
and not mean at heart?

As they heal the huge lumber,
they shed their tears.
Because they're in captivity
for 20 whole years.

As you strike at the lumber,
the frail silkwing smiles.
But we kill him also,
like a mean little child.

And so, I beg,
give the silkwing no pain,
Because I will stop you.
And bring to you shame.

I made it.