The Silent Street

I hold the door as my sword drinks the blood of friends.

'Traitor!' they call, 'Renegade!' they name me, one who has drawn no disloyal breath since my first.

Behind the door, a madman cries, 'Who will slay me this renegade?'

Another falls to my blade, pierced to the heart, Targil, sister's-son; my own heart bleeds.

Whence cometh mine aid? Is it my fate, to be trapped in nightmare of endless shout and slash?

Should I yield, should I fall, my Captain's life will be snuffed in flame...

I hold the door as my sword drinks the blood of friends.