The weapon that I gave you, soon used

The weapon that I gave you, soon used


The weapon you di soon used
to hurt me to treason and cold-blooded.
Today you claim the weapon again me,
and the heart that her you clavaste.

If in your power and force entrusted,
from now on he distrusts:
was my love which you allowed
succeed in the battle in which you triunfaste.

Although still the blood from the side it mane
where the cutting edge dented your recklessness,
the time is now over your reign.

Made to the gestures of violence,
with your bad habit beware:
you only you no hieras in my absence.