For I'm not afraid of their swords. Not even a little.
You can bring them here; stab me.
Neither will they leave a scar nor make me bleeding.
If you bet they will bring the death of mine, take the words back. It's not even close.
But once she unsheathes her sword, I am into whom she walks nobly.
Don't blame me if you see these feet shaking. Even an ogre can be afraid sometimes.
And when she finally touches my skin gently, note this, gently..
You may see the blood fill the alley of uninhibited pain.