Soft

They taught me a plague on a Wednesday afternoon

I ran along a grass field it scratched my ankles

Until it was time to head in too soon

I'm shuddered and seen walking home new

Melted the door my throat was thrashed and coarse

I fell into the sleep I dreamt of castles

Where I would aim, bow in my hand

I killed another man

Until I woke and fed

Now I'm down by the grass

Soft at last