Direrain

I was released of my death Or so I had thought Unshaken by beastly breath I became the justice they have wrought I am not the first to slay Many have passed before me But they cannot see another day Not while they bar my solemn decree Yet through all the horrors I've seen There has been a comforting grace A kind soul better than any queen Hidden within a porcelain face Although my mind now breaks And my very soul stains with red As my weary skeleton creaks I know I yet have dreams to rest my head For I am not ever alone The messengers follow and aid And though I may never atone I'll always have my blade But even then I couldn't survive A