You look at me now,
With eyes black and cold,
I dread your next words,
That you speak in a language so old.
Do not frighten me please,
I have done nothing wrong,
Let me go now, I beg you,
I’ve been scared for too long.
No, turn away from me, now,
I do not wish to feel your hate,
It’s something I can’t handle,
Death at your hands is not my fate.
Your skin is burning and I feel it,
Your words are cruel and I hear them,
Your gaze is malicious and I fear it,
Oh, I did not mean to steal that gem.
Had I known it was yours I would not have taken it,
My heart would have ceased when I’d touched it I know,
But take it I did and now you shall kill me,
For taking something that was beautiful as snow.
Yes, I see the sword you hold,
And no, I don’t want to die,
But you will not forgive me my sins,
And all I can do is cry.
Now you have spilt my blood,
And retrieved what is yours,
And as I lie here bleeding,
I say to myself, “If only I hadn’t opened those doors.”