I cannot bring my battles to you,
So I lie here and wait for your peeping death.
I cannot raise my sword against you,
So I wait for death to unsheath.
Have you ever watched a raven peck at Eagle?
If you have my dear one, You have a lived a thousand ages,
I am but a child,
As a child I eat, like a child I drink,
Like a child I think and just as children fight- so do I.
I will wait for you to die.
Death is your master.