Assassin of Dread

Only with what my heart most desires
Can I quench this unwavering fire.
The flames dance, unending, ever higher.
Said I they do not, I’d be a liar.

Without the cooling of your blood,
Without that roaring, rushing flood,
I will, one morn, fall with a thud,
Down to the ravenous, monstrous mud.

My heart, my mind, my very soul
Aches for it, it is our goal.
My mind is dark, blacker than coal,
And I am impatient for your bell’s final toll.

Take not to heart what I have said,
Think not that my vision ever shines red.
I am but a messenger of those who once led,
I am but the Assassin of Madam Dread.

LOL. Well, yes, you have a good moral profession. Don't go to North Korea. You might end up convicted to years of hard labor without trial.