I tightly shut my eyes and take a deep breath in

The wild grass crushed under my blistered, cold feet

I know I’m about to commit a horrid sin

I’m sorry, but I’m too far down the devils street

I regret every moment I hear their sharp cries

I regret every time I see them mouth “please, no”

Especially since in the end, someone good dies

In their last seconds, when I release my arrow

I sincerely do wish I could take it all back

Reverse the clock, change my choices, and make things right

I long to make up for the good deeds my past lacks

But my guilty conscience always loses the fight

In the now corrupt and silent forest, I stand

With misty eyes and a murder weapon in hand