Rvered Weeps
(by Morngerin Taunterhauks)

Thru mountains steep,
And rivers deep.
He moves silently thru the trees.
And his task makes him cry.

The world is full of wonder,
The world is full of love,
The world is full of life and living,
And so death makes him cry.

Battles are waged for peace and conquest.
Brave men fight for glory and honor.
He leaves widows and orphens to weep.
And killing makes him cry.

His long yew bow and curved light blade.
His black leather coat and ornament jade.
Make no noise as he moves thru the trees.
As he goes to kill, goes to cry.

Slides thru the wet grass to the river bank.
Swims up the river til he meets his prey.
Out of the water he leaps and claims the head.
And trophies make him cry.

Now soaked in his enemies blood,
He weeps like a broken child.

He cried himself to sleep that night.
Praying that in sleep he will die.