I used to roam like you did, the world was mine as well. 

But now I’m just a memory, a story you can tell.

I’m unimaginable to most, just like those before,

That roamed the world like I did, those that are no more. 

I wish that I lived longer, to live into my prime,

But my life was taken from me, an unjust and awful crime.

I hope that you have learnt now, that my death was not in vain, 

For beasts that still roam freely, won’t end their lives in pain.

For I am the final saurus, there’s no more left to take.

But I won’t condemn or judge you, for the mistake you had to make.