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