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 ...