Honour and Justice

My First Poem of the Habits of Man, so Tall and Proud it seems

Once, have I loved
In the arms of my creator I am innocent
Twice, have I ruled
In the halls of men and their Gods
Thrice, have I killed
In the name of their God and his followers
Never, have I been so stained
In the Name of their God and his will
Again will I be innocent?
War will cleanse my soul on the field
Never, it seems will I be clean of blood
For I strike in Honour
And wound in revenge
I am the blade of Justice
But in the hands of men
I am, a tool of Vengeance


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