Through the woods,
I marched in dark.
To conquer me,
to conquer power.
Chilling wind froze,
my body, my head!
On my way, were
thousands of dead.
I need a change,
so, I marched ahead.
For what I want,
to make a change.
To slay the foe,
I rose my blade.
He rose his too,
who was on my way.
My hand stood still,
for the foe I wished to see.
Shiny mirror it was,
and the foe was me !
Sometimes we need to change ourselves to change the world !