Checkmate

Not to kill.

Just corner him.

And let him be borne into the light.

Where all can see him on his knees.

And his spittled open prayers ride freely on the breeze.

Give no mercy, and give him not the enveloping sleep of death.

But make him a spectacle where all can watch the heaving of his begging breath.

When superiority is shown to all, and a king is forced to fall.

The forced continuance of life, is 10,000 times more dreadful than death at the bludgeoned edge of a wartorn jagged knife.