My Venom Turned To Milk: Part 4

I was sure I had killed him,

I was sure he that he had died;

I heard her words like a hymn,

I said t'was my fault she cried.

What lead that thing to your head?

And what fate the bludger had…

What force, with that, the wound bled;

And their faces, all were sad.

I must admit to anger,

Though it never was at you.

I had been filled with danger,

Though I could never beat you.

I'd tried to be your equal,

I'd tried to be your better,

I'd been an empty sequel

I'd thought never let 'er…