And yet another poem about the infamous William BloodDagger.
At the mention of my name,
Men’s blood runs cold,
It is infamy, yet they call it fame,
Men think they are bold,
They challenge me,
And they fall, without a breath,
Not knowing that the fee,
Was destined to be Death.
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