For a moment, my veins were on fire
Alight with Your power and might.
I had been swept by the threat of the Enemy’s wings;
His beauty, his torment, his plight
You will die, he whispered to me
Very soon, and painfully.
I know not what he expected, nor
What singing fear was rebuked.
But the threats did not sting
For my heritage brings
Courage; the heartiest thing.
I SNARLED “so be it then,
I’ll die as I lived,
Shouting praise to the King!”
For He does not bow to your suffering.