The one with the loss,
The one who was tossed.
The young one ran from it's home
And his life took a toll.
He ran across the driest deserts and coldest lands,
From jagged mountains to warm beach sand.
He ran and ran, running to survive, running to win,
but all he found was a deadly sin.
His life became the sin,
and no longer wanted to win.
His heart turned into ice,
His chosen prey were like mice.
He took a stand,
and now was a man.
But he was not civilized, not at all.
Once he was found, he was no longer tall.
He ran again, but in the end, his whole mind became ice.