Speaker+of+a+Poem+persona

Riding hard through the trees, trying to escape my past The sound of my own horse's hooves give me unease. But I continue on my journey fast.

I don't know where I will go. Forced to roam The guards ride after me, this I know. Continuing to chase me far from home.

With my sword on my side, and my cloak wrapped up tight. I do my best to swallow up my pride. And turn towards the men who I will fight.

I did nothing wrong. I didn't lie nor steal. But I was chased from home for far too long. I tie off my horse and behind a bush I kneel.

Somehow they spot me, before I can attack, I make no effort to flee. I fight long and hard, and push some men back.

There was nothing I could do, a poor maiden as I. I just couldn't take this crew. and was in a cell in a blink of an eye.

Now here I am, cold and alone. all because of one great scam. revenge, revenge, revenge I moan.