It was stormy that night
Rain pouring down
Soaking my once dry, warm dress

I was running
He was cunning

I was a known fighter, yet I didn't fight
He came around
Gently taking me in his arms, a mess

He told me he was a king
he could turn my mess into a queen

I wanted my future to be bright
So I asked to leave this town
It was a yes as long as I confessed

So I did
I'm a runner because I have no home
All I've ever known is how to be alone
I wish to leave and roam
I'm an orphan I have no-one
So king of death
please take me soon