[RunAmokRampant]

New Blade

Mercy, what a lovely gift from the strong,
That the wicked patronise the weak,
And a forced invitation of redemption,
Grudgingly offered to me.

My pride is at stake.
But then I am the unwilling,
Who always takes careful note of the,
Aftertaste of consequence.
He mistook my announced loyalty,
For false approval.

And the streak of morality,
From one so seemingly amoral,
Spares a life worth a slave's copper coin.
To give an offer to join his ranks,
Suggests the opportunity of riches,
Women and wine,
But that's not what i had in mind.

Wanderlust is fed by the irrational mind.
Given that he seeks far to defeat the threatening.
All the while his new blade,
Carried underneath his tainted ranks,
Draws closer to prick the skin.

Give the gift of judgement and risk regicide,
To the rhythm of his funeral song I'll march,
And soon let the blood of a tyrant flow.