Warrior’s Redemption

Let the Rain come down and wash away-

All the things I’ve done today-

The Blood I’ve spilled, that’s on my hands-

This fresh hot proof that I am damned-

My final foe to rest be laid-

Impaled by my wicked blade-

Under these blackened skies I stare-

Into my heart, there’s nothing there-

My foe drops and falls to the floor-

This man will breathe again, no more-

Now nothing more is left to see-

Because my blade was thrust in me.