Violent peace in fiery mane
by lion good, not lion tame
by words set down before world began
and I am given my glorious name
unbecoming to a traitor's shame
when I no longer know I deserve it.
Cathartic tears in scouring eyes
as scars are met by lover's light
and all-exceeding, mounting sigh.
Kill me now, but leave my pride.
No, my punishment is mercy.