It's much more than hats, although the hats help;
I love the Jägerkin's fiery self:
knowing their purpose, believing their truth
blessed with a monstery version of youth
outlasting mortals, surrounded by peers
having adventures for hundreds of years
living the moment, embracing the pain
convinced they've a right to be very vain.
In short, they're not me, although if I could
grow to be like them (in ways that are good,
generally free of mad potions and war),
people would notice and step aside, for
I'm already hands-down much more bizarre,
and, in my corner, I'd have the god Mars.
Great Jager manifesto. <3
What do you say we call this one "Hats-Off to Jägerkin"?