They took me to the mountain top
And lowered me to the Earth
A hand above my eyes descended
Whilst my heart was made to stop

"A man you could be," said the dark
"Or a raging beast"
I swallowed down my fear and smiled
"Venture on, my humble Priest"

The hand shrouded my sight quickly
As the other moved to draw my soul
It howled and cried upon its release
A torment that made me feel rather sickly

"The wings of a bird do ruffle near my ear"
Still, I shook my head
To be a symbol of freedom was pleasant indeed
But, in truth, I would have been better off dead

"I am a fickle creature--neither man nor bird"
My soul shone brightly amidst the shadows
The hand lifted away from my steadfast gaze
"I am a predator, and one that is beautifully furred"

"Very well," said he in a merry voice
"I know what to make of you yet"
With a spark and a crack I found myself awake
"My son, I have fulfilled my debt"