A Settling of Ways

Tangled in this divine coil
I ponder on the concrete and the highest of laws
The injuries layed upon cannot be excused
I will keep you company not much longer
For I see my end is bound by earth
But not thrice I go under
At the smallest of ills, I lay my sword upon the table and ask for blood
I place a plague on all your houses
My half is dead for yours has slain
The end is not the end you live, so why dread I send no messenger
The nectars and wounds
Are too great to let by
All I ask for is justice
For death is death no matter if the axe is golden
And love is love no matter how selfish