Nay, nay, set your sights afar

We’ve strayed in wary, but were weary slain

Cries in volumes, bleated strains

Caught off guard and untrained

Now, when the dark was hallowed

They burned the light just to spy the prize from above

And when the stars were bolted just for eyes, you might weep

The prize is no reward

I’ll concede no hope is won

I’ll concede no opening the only way I’ve known

I wouldn’t have felt this tired but we’ve run

And god if I had known what we’re in for, I’d hide

The hunt of wills, I thought, would kill me

And which they preyed, I saw myself draped in sheep’s skin, blood crumbs, entrails

So which mark is seized. Which one will faint?

I’ll concede no hope if given time

On high, some kind of word sent down, “give in.”

Nay, nay, set your sights afar. We’ve strayed in weary, and were wary slain

Cries in volumes, bleated strains, caught off guard and untrained