YOU RUN FREELY

you run freely

through the flowery fields of Gor
for its extensive prairies of a thousand colours
and that your romantic and dreamy eyes
can see in it almost magically
a beautiful picture drawn by the sun
when you run your bare feet seem to float
on the grass bathed by morning dew
and you are wearing that beautiful and shiny hair
with feathers interlaced of cute colours
that you look proud while it is caressed by the wind
like a sensual and beautiful dance
your old arch aged by use
and that spear with sharp point with blood
a thousand battles are always with you
as if they were your best friends
you...beautiful and proud proud Warrior
you were a child of sorrow and pain long ago
torn flesh...thrashing and traction
were your life of silent pain and endless abuse
you remember with pain those nights of agony
lying on the dirty and murky floor of a cell