Oh Woe Is Me
With no Mother to Embrace
So many Difficulties I had to Face
Neither the brightest Day nor the darkest Night
Was there a wrong time for a bloody fight
Blood stained my paws and hate stained my heart
I made murder and battle a fine chiseled art
Though I sometimes wonder, what if Mother had stayed?
How else could it have played?
The battle never ends, and neither does the pain
Sometimes I wonder, if there is anything more to gain
Oh Woe Is Me
~ The Demon of the Desert, Baya ~