Fearful.

That's what I am.

Not fearful

Of death.

Fearful

Of doom.

Of pain and destruction

Of watching my loved ones

Be tortued.

Fearful.

The word even inspires fear.

One man

Makes all of us

Fearful.

This man is greedy

He's evil

And he's leading

Us all to our

Doom.

He makes me

Fearful.

The thing that makes me

Fearful

The most is...

That I must kill him.

That I must end a life.

That I must become a slayer.

That I must free us

From this fear.

Fearful.

Yes, I am.

And I'm sure that I'm not

Fearful

By myself.

I'm sure that others are

Fearful

Of this man

Who has filled us

With fear.

Who has destroyed our lives,

Our happiness,

Our safety,

Our hope

Just so that he can be

In charge.

I sheath my sword

And climb into my mare's saddle.

And let me tell you;

I'm pretty

Fearful.