Hunted
The night will growl and the hounds will whisper
things I did before I did them
A prophecy carved into my back
Impurity gripping tight at my veins
I can’t let them see me
I can’t let them hear me
For now I tread light and slow
Let my dirty socks bear my weight
Tired floor boards creak as I take my final bow
The dogfight begins and my resignation is final
Who shall take my place now













