The hunter who killed the lord

I had mouths to feed, and woodlands to wander,
I felt tired as longed to sleep like a log.
I had nothing left and could here the rumblings,
mocking birds laughing at me as i stand not to collapse.

And i see a foot of the deer as i look through the shrubs,
i turn my eyes to the lord above.
I lift the bow and point the arrow,
with determination i would never miss.

I shoot and i see a human falling,
As i clear the mist from my eyes,
i see the human with the blue skin,
curse and i have just shot the lord.

With the i fulfilling the prophecy,
of a hurt woman who lost her hundred sons,
in a war which the lord could have saved,
for i am who just started the age of darkness.