a flash of crimson
fleeting existence laid bare
the rivers run red
As painted fields are set alight
When lightning strikes fill the night
A chilling blast will prove my might
Prodigiously, and with ease, I will win any fight
Shall I embark upon a journey once more?
My methods and cause are pure and just, yet doubt remains.
Do I do this for myself? Why do I struggle so?
The answer, simple and beautiful as my land itself...
I fight for righteousness!