Robin Hood,
A weakling,
A pitiful creature,
And he's mine,
All mine,
Fever pulses through him and he calls for Marian,
Marian,
Who was to be my sister,
The woman my brother was to wed.
No longer,
My brother fell,
Fell to a white tipped arrow,
A white tipped arrow in his heart,
Shot by Robin Hood.
The fool.
To come here,
To my domain,
My place for myself,
And next to us a graveyard,
Where my brother now lives,
Robin Hood,
Consumed by the fire inside of him,
Comes to the door of my nunnery,
The fool.
He must be bled,
The bad blood must be drained out of him,
But no one but me knows the good blood must go too.
The knife, glinting in my hand
Cuts,
Bites,
Into the flesh of my enemy.
Too deep,
An accident I will say,
I did not mean to kill the hero of the poor.
But I will laugh.
As the bad blood falls away,
Into my bowl,
And we bind his arm with linen,
I smile.
I sit beside him,
Watching the bandage leak.
Robin Hood is mine.
All mine.