One night while hunting for fairies
And witches and wizards to kill
I came across a hole in a tree in the forest
I climbed inside the tree hole with small fear
And loaded my gun
I should have heeded that small fear
I walked towards the wizard’s cave shooting to
Shoot out his wizard brains
With a wave of his hand he created a force field
My bullets all ricocheting, bouncing around his old cave
One of them shot through my temple
And severed my eyes
Blinded by my own gun I got up
And turned around to run
Stumbling and tripping I fell blooded on the ground
The wizard and fairies and witches all came with their
Medicines to my side
They sprinkled some frog dust on my face
I saw death’s face, but somehow his bad grip let me go
I awoke in a strange room with new eyes and that’s
When I saw her
