For N.
You pinned me down before I could have run,
Your arrow pierced my soft and trusting throat.
And suddenly the moon eclipsed the sun,
and we emerged: the Archer and the Goat.
I do not blame you, for you hunt to live -
Yet, who you kill, for you is all the same.
I tried to run, you managed to deceive,
And I fall down, your victim and your game.
And how is it that I still hear your voice
When I have lost all feeling, lost all thought?
I guess, it was a little bit my choice
For we belong - the archer and the goat.
The archer and the goat
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