They hunt me,
Day and night,
Over the hills,
And over the cliff,
Will they not let me be,
Am I not also part of the living?
Is it not their vows to kill no living being?
At the very least,
Let my murderer be,
Handsome,
Or at least show the man inside him,
Why does his toy horse
Have to be made out of flesh?
It would've looked better in stone,
His stick,
Sharp and yet so blunt,
He would've done better
In the coliseum
II
Finally,
I can feast on thee,
For now I can show my emperor,
That I am man,
Will my bride be proud,
That I have killed an innocent beast,
In my defense,
The dragon did hunt down our cows,
Do I really have no reason to kill it
Or was it an honorable deed
In to which I followed,
On the other hand,
I could've used its scales to make new armor,
For mine have been turned to rust,
However my heart,
Did not desire this,
But my soul,
Obliged to it,
Should I pray and cleanse my soul,
Or should it just be free?
