Shroud torturous
White flame of dignity
Living with the shadow of hate
Taking lives that are not yours to take
Refusing the ones that are
Returning the ones that are shattered
Shattering the whole.
What is it you mean,
O Son of the Great General
By cavorting with a child,
Encumbered on a victory march
To the valley of defeat?
To the valley of defeat
With head held sky-high
Daring to take victory,
Like a child,
Along for the ride.
What is it you mean,
One-armed General of the Dogs
Sparing the life of him
Whom you have lived to slay?
Have you turned your back on Victory?
Is Pride no longer your sworn ally?
Or do you have some other ally, stronger,
More beautiful, than the last?
Could you ally yourself to Love,
Oh god of Hate?