The Hunt

The hunt begins, the sovereign had spoken, We search for every man weak and broken. It doesn’t matter what and why we destroy, The order has been given by the viceroy. We pillage and burn everything to the ground, The bishop said: Take all, including each hound. In peace we be, before all will be dead, That’s what went on the wise man’s head. The attack begins; the fort is under siege, The goal is to kill each and every leach. The soldiers unequipped and unfit to fight, Yet they must spread the unholy light. And in front of the line general will be: The peaceful teacher, the wise one… me.