A man larger than life,
The muscle of the group
Long haired, scruffy.
Your weapon of choice
A tall dense wooden staff
But, you weren’t always like that
You weren’t always an outlaw
You had a wife,
A son
A family
You became an outlaw,
Dead to the world
To your wife,
Your son
A son who would grow up
Not knowing he had a father
You never dared to go back
For fear
Of harm towards your family
You remained in the forest
So your family could have a better life
Every day became a good day to die