I stand...9:30....he should be here,
It is by now he has felt my embroilment,
but till now has he felt my might.
The honor he has defrauded,
Will be repayed in blood!

That insolent fool, too blind will he be,
my wrath, planned, so seemless,
will be upon his life,
I wait for the fight.

No, not fight, retribution,
An eye for an eye, fair is this.
Where is he?..he is afraid,
afraid of me...afraid of my blows...afraid of justice.

He knows what must happen for his crimes,
We must battle, it is only right, is it not?

Yes it is! He has done wrong, so i must fight!
It is that which is fightworthy,
9:45 and still his face does not show,
what a humbled boy!

While he does not show, the plan i will make,
I am but an amateur at such show of might,
It seems he is first to have brought disgrace past the limit.

But hwat may limit be?
Only the best are worthy,
So i must win to claim my worth.

But to whom must my worth be claimed?
and what worth must be claimed?
to him, he who is but a rag?
no, then to none other

This fight is primal, I now understand,
My will is much higher than this squabble.
I will leave and explain to him this,
Oh! but his presence has been brought!
"The necessity of this fight is no..."

The light...the pain...this is retribution?
But i did not will this to be.
I have stumbled, and to this,
I am humbled