Nemo me impune Lacessit

"None shall wound me with impunity!"
She cried, and thrusted mine own double-edged sword.
A steel; cold as moon light, and sharp as night.
She stroke me till I am gashed, bashed, smashed.
Yet, such a cold thing warmed me thus.
I smiled at my love's gift, never have I seen
Blood-red flowers blooming under my feet.
My knees went dead, I wept to see
Such beautiful flowers, I lied to hug.