Walking down a winding road,
My eyes before my feet,
My heart was like a plover bird –
A robin did I meet.
Its music touched my youthful soul
Each note was pure and good;
So when I cut its feathered neck
A silence filled the wood.
No more; the robin’s song cut short,
I carried on my way;
A lamb was passing its own across
That violet, heavenly day.
She turned to me as though her skin
would open for my blade;
Her innocence may be free at last
For I slew her as I prayed:
O Lord of the Earth, I humbly seek
The one who has betrayed thee;
I know my mission is just and right
For it is you that made me.
The lamb lay emptied on the grass
Her bleating left my head;
The saccharine sound left in its place
An echoing instead.
The sun began to shirk the sky
And all fell under dark;
The twilit trees all watched me flail
At faces in their bark.
My sword bit through one’s knotted skin
The tree let out a groan;
Still, ‘tis best, I thought,
To be kept safe when all alone.