Envy
“Aye, it was envy that drove
me to stab him that night
On that hilltop which
glistened in the moonlight
Never bothering to differ
between wrong and right
His eyes burned ever so
bright
My dagger gleamed ever so
white
Then I threw him off the
great height
Suddenly I lost my newfound
might
And also the will to fight
The last thing I heard was
the song of a kite
Burning in my heart, ever so
bright”
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