If A Man Paints A Target On

So Be It. I'll Wear My Iron And Hold My Tongue. A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

The White Horse And The Black One Wheeled Like Lovers At A Harvest Dance, The Riders Throwing Steel In Place Of Kisses.

The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword.

It Is One Thing To Be Clever And Another To Be Wise.

No Mortal Man Could Frighten Him, No More Than The Darkness Could, Nor The Bones Of His Soul, The Grey And Grisly Bones Of His Soul.