Jan 11, 2005 20:41
With whatever life that remains in my soul
I tear out of that hole.
I hear the rush,
as I make for the brush.
The tall trees hide my face
as the hunter give chase.
I feel them search for me with an eager eye,
as my feet fly,
I have to run I cannot be caught,
while there is still one more battle to be fought.
I duck down out of sight,
for this is not a battle to fight.
I shan't kill these men,
The innocent will not suffer again,
however I must get away,
its too dangerous to stay.
With rasping breath and skin aquiver,
I bolt for the river.
Then in front of me
what do I see?
Four men each armed with a spear.
Behind me more men draw near.
These men want me dead,
they care not for the price on my head.
They want to satisfy their thirst for blood,
Their vengeance will be a flood.
I cannot die,
I have to try,
Others step onto the field,
their weapons they wield.
They all charge me,
I flee,
I run to my right,
and dodge out of sight,
Only two ways to go,
north where the river flows,
or east to the safety of wood
which way is bad which way is good?
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Here we go again everyone, which way should he run?
East or North?