A coat of polished white,
It was shocking to hear a stranger say the word.
In my pack, I carried whatever food I could.
I barely spoke above a whisper.
I heard screams.
I watched my father deal with the devils.
My men suffered greatly.
I raised the blade above my head, before swiftly taking his own.
This city was fighting a violent summer.
There wasn’t a pistol under my pillow.
But our target was merely a living man.
I failed the oppressed.
The desert was a death sentence, I know.
I grabbed his collar and pulled him close.
He dove in and vanished, inside the red water.
By God! Let him in!
