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Battle Dawn
by Mercedes Lackey


I must contain my anger, or I won’t control my power
But, gods, how long I’ve waited just to see this very hour
It’s just as well I’m not the one who calls the storm of fire,
Or I would make this battle plane into your funeral pyre

The priests all say I must not hate, but I will not pretend
I saw the wreck you made of her, my Herald and my friend
The scars you left in flesh and soul won’t be so soon to fade
Or would I had your coward heart beneath my naked blade

I must control my rage or lose ability to plan
I must erect the fight from here, not charging in the van
As you will likewise do, no doubt, for all that you are cruel
And revel in shed blood and pain, I’d think you were no fool

But in the name of all the gods, you’re all that I despise
Who planned to take, by treachery, my kingdom as your prize
My throne, my child, my people – all you’ve plotted to despoil
By tricks that only miracles enabled us to foil

I must control my fury, all the injustice that I’ve fought
But vengence would not be enough for all the grief you’ve wrought
Gods grant this day you fall beneath the steel of me and mine
And drink full deeply of defeat, that cold and bitter wine

My crown is on my brow, my naked blade within my hand
My army, like an eager hound, lies waiting my command
With how you tortured, killed, and lied revealed to them this day
By all the stars that ever shone, by all the gods though some unknown,
By hell, priests, and my Queen’s Own – I swear that you will pay!