He darts towards his prey,

A single woman scared to lose,

Which he intends to take today,

She runs,

But his pace more steady,

He catches,

Her but not her treasure.

Angry,

He made her labor and labor,

Labor until her exhaustion shut her body down.

He made her part with time,

and money,

and body and mind to make what he owned,

So that she would not have time to make what she owns,

He would own what she depends on

And this is how he’d get her to give her prize.

After all she will die.

But there was something he did not know,

The prize could only be found inside,

Of her.

And it could not be pried from her soul,

The treasure inseparable with her life,

To possess her is to destroy the light.