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…