Denouncing Greener Pastures

The Stiltskins are on a mission
We have a blight in the land!
A phalanx of ferocious beasts
thunder in come each nightfall
Leaving a pestilent scourge in their wake.

The Stiltskins are on a lone mission
They alone must eradicate the blight!
The neighbouring princes welcome,
yea, encourage the beasts' presence
And, pay tribute to the graven images.

The poor Stiltskins have spent countless hours
in attack of this supernatural force!
One day they awoke and cried, "No More!
Our time and energy is too precious to a-waste!"
And from that day forward, their battle tactics they changed.

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Today the Stiltskins are happy folk
The sight outside in the morn is no longer feared!
Tremendous is the scar that has been left in the wake, and
Til resources replete, remnants of the green monster survive
Though not for long, the Stiltskins do cry!