The hooves trot with haste along the stones to my safety

 

Under the heavenly rays of sun my armor glints

The gold and silver stretching from my neck to my toes with no interruption 

but the streaks of red splattered across my chest and painting my hands 

 

I, the holy messenger, have completed my act of justice and the godless have been slain 

Through Me the Lord hath enacted his will and I humbly accept the job of enacting it 

 

Yet my heart if pulled back to those I have cut from this world

 

Their guilt on my mind

Their blood on my hands

 

As the sureness of my righteous act fades away 

The heavens shut their doors on me 

The valley in bathed in darkness 

 

I am sure now

 

I have made a mistake and 

The eternal father has forsaken me for it

 

I slow my steed and dismount 

Drop to my metal knees and raise my bloodied hands 

Clasp together my palms full of sin 

 

“Have I sinned my Lord? Have I wronged your will? I have served you wholeheartedly for all my life. Was it wrong for me to baptize the sins of the unworthy in blood and fear? Please, give me a sign. A sign that I am still a man of divine duty!”

 

Silence

 

The steal clad man awaits the answer of his master

The illusion remains as the skies clear

 

Now reassured of his own cause

He climbs back on his mount

But not before he clasped his hands

 

Unholy hands forevermore