Darting up and down, left and right
Over my little being
With fright you easily show your might
Have I ever sought your meaning?
Have you ever stopped and wondered?
Torrid pendulum striking, yet unheard,
Of what use is that behaviour?
Of losing your utmost valor!
Even if your shield is your armor
And your weapon lies in being an actor!
Vincible you are and easily exhausted,
A mere puppet, completely roasted
Though your darting intention may be to hurt or blemish
You forget, you form part of those whom my bliss did abolish!