The Scandinavian & his Boy
The ability to endure pain is the warrior's true weapon. Master that and nothing holds power over you.
The day you almost caught me in your snare
you destroyed my favored steed.
How can someone call themselves a father
with such heinous acts?
I have hardened my heart against love
because of you. You are a wretched man.
How can you call yourself a man
and treat a son like a mere hare?
You're tender with others, you show love
and care to your true seed.
Yet the facts
are, you're a poor excuse of a father.
I will always outrun you, father
I know that manners maketh man
I know that my life you wish to extract
but I will never end up in your snare
You took from me my favored steed
I slaughtered your only love
Yes, you took my love
I shall never be your father
I will make you bleed, especially your steed
You're a child, not a man
You'll be caught in my snare
You're an abomination, a result of what I lack
Yours is not the only life I will extract
All that you love
All that you care
I'll take it. The farther
you go, it matters not. Running is your only plan
To be free of me, you'll need immense speed
I am a man of many wants, my greed
is my only flaw. The cracks
don't exist in my resolve. You'll fall where I stand.
Worry not beloved
you are no scholar
you'll be caught soon enough. As long as you're aware.
You poor man child, beware
my wrath. The fact is, you are bound and collared.
My seed? Please, spare me. Your fate is sealed like a glove.