After The Dust Settles

You see me panting,
With her in my embrace.
Tears in our eyes,
Blood on my hands.

You see me whispering
Words of solace,
And comfort in her ears.
Justice served from my hands.

You see me struggling.
Shivering in wrath my frame.
Fear dead on her mind,
The reason: the deed I did by my hand.

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