You ran to his aid
And stopped the parade
Before they could pull out their daggers
And you frowned and you said
"This is as close as you'll get"
And they left, untouched, and unstaggered.
But no joy did you feel and soon
Hatred overcame your steal
And sword in hand
Deed been done,
But still
You sought them
And still
You killed
And I don't know
Should I start running?
Or allow the blood to drown me
As it has drowned you?
