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The First: The Watchdog\nA dog sits by the tavern gate,\nSilent to men, but howls at gold's weight.\nWhen copper coin comes, its tail wags free,\nWhen gold arrives, it crawls on its knee.\nThey say this beast was once a man,\nWho traded his conscience for a silver span.\nGold and silver rot the heart within,\nNow a mangy dog, groveling in sin.\n\nThe Second: The Person in the Coffin\nThe Mad Man kills with naught but blade,\nBoasts to all of the trade he's made.\nHeads roll today, he laughs the morrow,\nBlood as wine, and lives as straw to borrow.\nThe Dragon King of the shoal lifts but a hand,\nAnd living men drift coffined from the land.\n\nThe Third: Blood Money\nBlood money, gleaming white,\nTake the silver, go home tonight.\nFather said he'd soon return,\nMother stitched the coin, her hands did churn.\nA bite for me, a bite for her,\nFish porridge gone, still no sight—\nFather never came home that night.