Forever more

I put the foot down
the mountains shake
and rivers creeps into hiding

IT IS NOT OKAY
shouts a force
overturning the dense trees
burn the grass
toaster a few birds by their tail feathers

escape
shoe soles in flames
a broken wing
pipes you as a butcher's dog
find shelter
Having an old tree
the razor-sharp blades
can not reach you
shaken
horrified

with the cup in my hand
I wait for you
look for you
see owls go to bed
overtired

with the sword in my hand
I cut through
without mercy
without the slightest doubt
or hesitate
 

.... and lose you again
and again
and once again

it takes place