I shall never be the incurable wound

I shall be the silver sword by whom

You shall meet your doom.

I shall never be the victim,

miserable, screaming for help victim,

I shall be the merciless executioner

Who shall chain your body on a pyre

And set it on fire.

I shall never be the Moon,

Nor the nameless soldier with no honor,

Nor a protector of the helpless and the weak,

Nor the Goddess you would’ve been

praying for redemption,

I shall be the warrior who will never

feel fear Of Her enemies (I’ve already killed them all),

And choose someone else to fight my future battles,

I shall not ask for salvation!

I  shall never be a slave, begging for last breath of air

( I carry my own scars and sins as relic in a golden hutch ).

I shall be the crown made of light and dust of a million stars!

I shall never be the prey

with whom you loved to terrorize and play

Now I am the weapon that you fear,

I am the sword that orders you to Kneel!

I barely could hear the screams of yours,

And the smell of your body that it’s burning on the pyre,

I stepped back into the Forest long after I left you to burn in the Fire…