You are a common thief.
if he was an object
and not a man
you would go to jail.

I watch from above
you have quenched his fire
he flickers like a dying candle.
He pours black pain
into bowl called despair.
you have crippled him with
your selfish abuse.

Give him back to me
let him heal in my glow.
let me bathe his wounds
and let him come back.

How a ***** like you
can utter the word love.
and keep my wild beast
chained I do not know.

Bring him home
let me give him
Back his ferule spirit.
Even if I have to
set him free
to run again
in the wilds.