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St. George's Reflections

Here I sit, in luxury
gold and silver everything, all
because I took a life.

He had known luxury, too
beds of coins and jewels
a stockpile of self-preservation...

But somehow he lost it (probably
from having so much in the first place)
and was dragged into the world.

With his hoard, anything
was available to him, but
in the wild, instincts return.

What are a few sheep here and there?
for after all, they are not
unique, as he was.

But everything was blown
out of proportion, and people began
to spread rumors.

Pillaging, plundering, kidnapping?
Maybe a little, I am surprised at his restraint,
for that is natural for him.

So what do they do? Not protect
their resources by work and
sentries to warn, "he comes!"

But insist, though their ancestors
had the same problem before
"menace" had hoarded enough to live off

On bringing "menace" to the ground,
he being the only one of his kind, fewer to murder
and I believed them.

So why, when he was reported
to ravage often and without end
did I have to go to such lengths to find him?

Because he didn't! Harmless, no.
But not a creature of malice, either.
He was no criminal, no thief.

But they said, he must die
and he did. So,
here I sit , in luxury.