Fearful.
That's what I am.
Not fearful
Of death.
Fearful
Of doom.
Of pain and destruction
Of watching my loved ones
Be tortued.
Fearful.
The word even inspires fear.
One man
Makes all of us
Fearful.
This man is greedy
He's evil
And he's leading
Us all to our
Doom.
He makes me
Fearful.
The thing that makes me
Fearful
The most is...
That I must kill him.
That I must end a life.
That I must become a slayer.
That I must free us
From this fear.
Fearful.
Yes, I am.
And I'm sure that I'm not
Fearful
By myself.
I'm sure that others are
Fearful
Of this man
Who has filled us
With fear.
Who has destroyed our lives,
Our happiness,
Our safety,
Our hope
Just so that he can be
In charge.
I sheath my sword
And climb into my mare's saddle.
And let me tell you;
I'm pretty
Fearful.
