To the Queen (2)

(….)

Your territory
of my bandits.

But I died,
Of thirst, of hunger, of inedia,
and you were far away,
Young and far
and the land seemed abandoned.

I'm wild,
Don't regal,
I am powerful and violent,
My cloak has obvious scars,
traces of victorious and lost fights.

I don't have your skin smooth,
your quiet and clean heart,
soft hands,
silk hair.

I'm dirty with mud.
of torn grass,
wet dew;
I enjoy food
I'll scream.
I roar in the cave,
and I demand.

(…)