This day is the day I put a culprit to rest, <br />I bloodied my saber inside of its chest. <br />I blind it with torment, cleaned out its core, <br />Ruptured its organs and dressed it with gore. <br />A sinner it is, covered in scales and horns, <br />With a beautiful sheath but a heart full of thorns. <br />I will, with all might, sever its wings, <br />Drown it in sorrow, and hang it with slings, <br />Send it to the bottom of a far, distant shrine. <br />For I am its magistrate; I am its mind. <br />The duty has ended, I mustn't dwell anymore, <br />For here I lay lifeless on redemption's floor.<br /><br />Travis Lepine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-done-in-vengeance/
