Who could have guessed some Furies are
Shaped like tall men with serene eyes?
Most haunting creature in the world,
For his compassion helps me not.
Is it honestly such pleasure, then,
To help the most fragile of men?
When minds are weak and will is frail,
Strangest ideas come to stay
And he waits by with open arms
To catch me when I fall from stars.
Cradled and cherished, as it may,
My hatred wouldn't go away
So I spent days running from
This bear-like care in human form.