Strongbow: The Confrontation
Fourteen days kept in a cell; captor's face I learned to well.
Skin of pearl, eyes of black, length of sloe hair down your back.
Alien filth within my mind -- You thought you'd win if you'd had time.
Wild wolf spirit you would break, my rebellious freedom take.
Hatred burns me, dark and strong;
Even wolves know right from wrong.
She snake, pry, black wasp, lie.
Now's my chance to watch you die!
My Chief's cub within your arms -- Tempt me! Do the wolfling harm!
Prove you're a fool as well as liar, setting the whole tribe on fire.
We'd hunt you 'til your lair was found; then, like an elk, we'd run you down.
But you're still here within my sights, and I want you with all my might!
I've a friend to keep my bowstring free,
Hatred draws and aims for me.
You scoff me, but soon you'll see --
That you never should have set me free!
Turn around! Turn around!
I want you to see who can best you!
Eyes a-gazing, spirit blazing.
Dare you, witch -- turn around!
Turn around!
Turn around!
Turn around!
 HuntressFrost · Fri Jan 25, 2008 @ 05:35am · 1 Comments |
