Galvar

Whilst the blade went down,
my eye caught the shine,
in the deepest dark of a forest my blood started to rain,
a red river of tears felt on the side  of a tree,
I can feel the cold in my bone, and as a blink I tried to close my fist that it is no longer there.

No hand but foot, now it's time to run,
the pain is a reminder of what I'm for them,
I will always be a wound.

My hands are now no more than a memory,
and as you know I can't no longer hold to anything, but surrender is even a bigger lost,
blades will grow on me, as a tree does in the ground, you create a monster, and I will be a nightmare.