It didn't belong
Of that, there was no doubt
A strange and heavy foreign thing,
In a place of constant balance
Those blessed with a fine, sharp nose
Dare not approach the stranger
Despite a clean glow and a stinging, tangey bite
There was a stench of death and blood

Oh, those that gathered 'round the intruder,
They were no strangers to death
But this blood-smell sang of fear
The word -murderer-
Danced in many minds,
But none could speak it

What right did this murderer have,
Intruding on their serenity?
Bringing unnatural death,
To a place where all was natural?

Their limbs were not meant
To bear the weight of a murderer
Nay, they were too innocent for that
None dare try to move the stranger from their midst

So there the long, slender sword lay
The grass curled around it,
But could not smother the dull gleam
The blade screamed for blood,
And the hilt longed for the strong hand of its master,
But the only living creatures near
Were the small, chattering animals,
Safe and secure and innocent in their forest domain

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 387 AF.