by Nick Gisburne
Nothing appeases these merciless men
Boiling with hate for my criminal past
Chasing me into the river, again
Wondering only how long I can last
All for the blood and the bounty they come
Stalking like savages, hungry to hunt
Murderers, animals, primitive scum
Even their wittiest thought is a grunt
Loaded with malice, a humourless word
Heartens the hunters, impatient to kill
Fearing my shivering breaths will be heard
Faltering, freezing, I sharpen my will
Nowhere to go, this is no place to die
Time to remind them a fairy can fly
