New path

You were a beggar

dirty, lousy, weak

And they forgot you

in the gutter

And you died

You were a healer

effective, bringing miracles, mild

Yet they casted you out

throwing stones

And you died

You were a witch

speaking, directing, strewing symbols

And they burned you

living on the pyre

And you died

You were a jester

Proclaiming wisdom, bantering, clear

but kings slitted your throats

your body staggering in the throne room

And you died

You were a dancer

ensnaring, powerful, full of might

yet prude women poisoned you

until your eye broke

And you died

Now you cut a new path

looking at your sound body filled with wonder

Remembering the old lore

Nothing keeps you anymore