With blade in hand, I advance
driven by hatred it has me entranced
I know who he is, that hateful foe
and he has forgotten the rule,
you reap what you sow
he stares on, consumed by fear
eyes growing more and more scared as I draw near
these wounds I have will kill me soon
but I always wanted to die under the pale, full moon
he points his gun and fires into my body
I am not impressed by this stupid volley
bullets will tear and eventually kill
but not until his fate is sealed
he turns in haste and tries to flee
hoping more of his guards will hear his pleas
they won't
they are dead too
and there is not a thing he can do
I raise my sword and bring it down quick
and end his reign which hath made me sick
my deed done I lay and rest
and wait for death to label me with its "crest"
for all of you have fallen
you have been avenged
THE END
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