Night-Native
by MoJo
I'm leaving behind
The cities of the blind
To find a new song I can sing them.
What good do the walls
of their ancestors' halls
for the man whose gone Without the Kingdom?
The subjects all recoil in horror,
But cannot exile the explorer.
I am gone hunting.
I've gone and outgrown
the fields that they've sown
to leave behind the bickering bungle
While the ploughmen dispute
I'll feast on the fruit
of the Trees of Eternity deep in the jungle
Savage is the hunter named
By them who themselves are tamed.
I am gone hunting.
This land has grown old
with these sheep in their fold.
The grass is red and smells of slaughter
The crook'd and the scourged
and the gluttonous gorged
laughing as you smile, savoring your fodder.
You'll be butchered and be bled,
But fear I'll starve if I'm not fed.
I am gone hunting.
The hunter is gone
disinherited son
overcomes the father that has made him,
By the Wind and the Wood
and to honor his blood
and the name of his father's seed, exceeds him.
Winner of what was thought unwinable;
Proud that cowards call him cannibal.
I am gone hunting.