A thief on the prowess, that very hound lost from my grasp.
Once so ensnared - but so fleeting, you left me - you left them.
Only to invoke such chaos, bitterness - that fills me to the brink of destruction, decay.
That voice echoing so clearly - how could I ever let you get away.
A missing ship, tracked, and so dully recollected, that puny mutt exiting once more.
I hated you (emotion is insignificant, it does not exist), but I could not strike you there.
Beat you to the ground - make you whimper, no.
My body, broken - and that weapon rusted with the stain of defeat.
One glance, past the lanterns - you saw.
You followed, as if a lost puppy. (Yes, yes, come closer.).
But no, you could not near me - dangerous, violent, but yet welcoming.
Air lingering in toxicity, one move could be the end of you and I.
Down the streets, into the mouth of the city before us.
Sharp towers, sharp shapes - jutting out and threatening to cut.
Still, you followed, whimpering dog, and so tense, cautious.
There was something (but still, you, and everyone felt like nothing).
And then, a barking voice, a single signal - I had left you, ragged dog.
Pitiful mutt on the streets - how dare you steal my face, blue eye.
Such resentment, should I be able to feel, would be there.
You earned his favour, his interests - but you were nothing but a rebel.
Maybe then, I was nothing but a slave.
Oh, but that face - single wag of the tail.
Perhaps there was more.
You are the enemy.
You are the decay.
Pursue me no further.
It will get you nowhere.