I ask the hunter, “Who am I?” He answered, “Rent for the month. I asked the sheriff, “Who am I?” he grunted, “From a murderous bunch” I asked the judge, “Who am I?” he decreed, “Now you're a jailbird” I asked a prisoner, “Who am I?” he sneered, “No one whom I've heard” I asked the guard, “Who am I?” he only screamed, “You there! Silence!”
I asked him again, “Who am I?” But his breath, at last, was spent. I smudged the blood upon the blade and donned a mirthless grin. I am your end. I am the knave.