• I raise my sword,
    And I hesitate.
    The man before me,
    The men have I conquered,
    Are not, were not,
    Worthy to taste its steel,
    Are not, were not,
    Worthy of its bite.

    This fang of dragons,
    of righteous dragons,
    Is an implement of Justice,
    A tool of the Gods.

    The man before me,
    The men I have slain,
    Is now, were then,
    Demons in the guise of man,
    Is now, were then,
    Impurest of Evils.
    He is not, They were not,
    Worthy of it's sight.

    He moves to recover,
    My hesitation waivers,
    And my sword,
    My fang of dragons,
    Fells the man before me.
    Nice and clean
    Is his passing.
    The snow turns red,
    As the heavens weep
    For the tainting of my blade.