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// U Low Kene 
// Story: The Last Dreams of Pony Island 
// by horizon 
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U Low Kene

<I am a dedicated bull, Palei Hantu.
When I caught you bedding my brother
and you ran from his hut,
did I not chase you across the island
to the realm of the Myinn?>

<Did I not follow you out of the jungle
and sprint across the sands
as you climbed their wall,
even though the chief declared 
the four-legged ones [manyekyaungg]?>

<Did you not believe that
I would have pursued you
into that dread realm,
had not the Myinn guard 
who sat up startled
after you vaulted the rampart
shouted and flung his spear at me?>

<I snatched it from the sand
as I fled from his fellows,
gladly taking upon myself
the curse of [dharat sattu],
and that is how you may know
that I will follow you
to the end of your days.>

<I will wait at the edge of the jungle,
eyes burning in the shadows,
clenching the tainted spear,
until you climb back over the wall
or the guards tire in their rounds
that I may climb the wall again,>

<or until I hear your screams
as the Myinn tear you limb from limb.>

<How long can you hide, Palei Hantu?
Your spirit does not burn like mine.>

<How long can you hide?>