Tecumseh Newberry - Reaver

With a reaver I make journey’s meet.
A full circle, my quest complete.
I grip tightly, the jagged hilt,
And out my hand, blood had spilt.
My enemies, far away,
I was at peace, like the trees that sway.
Who am I? The one that’s masked?
I’ll slit your throat, You shouldn't have asked.

Tecumseh Newberry

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