And with that the Soldier stood alone,
Multitudes felled by his bloodstained hands.
As the Scarlet Water dripped from his battle scarred fingertips,
The soldier wiped the sweat from his bloody brow.
Staring across the corpse-ridden plains,
The soldier exclaimed to his Mounted Enemies,
“Nothing you do will stop my Wrath,
Not so long as my Days flow like Mud and my Nights like Mercury!”
His Heralding eye,
Watching warily for a sign of a Violent Outburst,
Seemingly sighed in relief when the Equestrians turned about,
Conveying the exhaustion of his Master.
An exhaustion that was sure to come, when your Days flow like Mud,
And your Nights move swifter than Mercury.