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(A Collaboration with Poet Chris Smith)
Through
the darkest night
I fear she is coming
Her purpose is too clear
For she brings only death
Destruction as she goes
Revenge within her heart
Long ago I hunted them
Destroying their evil kind
I murdered her own mother
Hunted her and her father
But she killed him herself
Now she rips through my army
I fear she is coming
Her purpose is too clear
For she brings only death
Destruction as she goes
Revenge within her heart
Long ago I hunted them
Destroying their evil kind
I murdered her own mother
Hunted her and her father
But she killed him herself
Now she rips through my army
I
have searched and lashed out
Taking
the life of vile mortals
As
they have hunted endlessly
I
hold no allegiance, nor regrets
Anger
takes hold, as does thirst
Striking
down all in my wake
Alone
on a quest for revenge
Until
justice is fully served
Searching
out relentlessly
A
mortal who took my mother
An
immortal who cursed us
Into
a life we did not choose
Once
I would have laughed
That a female would fight
But she is a whore of Hell
Not human, a demon beast
Each decade I get older
But she remains in her prime
My army slowly deserts me
Fools! They cannot escape
She hunts them down
Ending their lives, one by one
But let the witch come for me
I will be waiting for her
That a female would fight
But she is a whore of Hell
Not human, a demon beast
Each decade I get older
But she remains in her prime
My army slowly deserts me
Fools! They cannot escape
She hunts them down
Ending their lives, one by one
But let the witch come for me
I will be waiting for her
I
can feel he grows nearer
Getting
weak in his age
I
almost could pity him
As
I remember my father
Yet
I shall bestow no mercy
As
he destroyed all I loved
The
time has finally come
His
army now diminished
I
can almost taste victory
Approaching
slowly upon him
As
I look steadily in his eyes
I
can see no fear, only hatred
Often
have I wondered why
The
anger towards my kind
His
blood thirst in hunting
Asking
him what have I done
What
wrongs did my family
As
we did not murder mortals
I
refuse to answer her
That she was betrayed
By one of her own kind
A Dark Lord who used me
To destroy her family
For her mother spurned him
She prisons me in a cave
Tears out my own eyes
But still she won't let me die
Drains me and turns me now
As one of her hell kind
Amputates my legs
My daughters are with me
I can smell them in the dark
Sense them through my blindness
Then the hunger begins to take me
I tear them to pieces in blood lust
Why will she not let me die?
That she was betrayed
By one of her own kind
A Dark Lord who used me
To destroy her family
For her mother spurned him
She prisons me in a cave
Tears out my own eyes
But still she won't let me die
Drains me and turns me now
As one of her hell kind
Amputates my legs
My daughters are with me
I can smell them in the dark
Sense them through my blindness
Then the hunger begins to take me
I tear them to pieces in blood lust
Why will she not let me die?
In
furious rage I lash out in torture
Wanting
him to answer my plea
Slowly
I take his life piece by piece
Wanting
him to suffer as I still do
The
agony of a cursed life in hell
Being
hunted down as animals
Now
I look upon him in shame
Becoming
now the vile fiend
Turning
him into one of our kind
Maimed
so that he cannot escape
Yet
I know he shall heal quickly
Becoming
alive in all awareness
Now
there he is, feeding on his own
Destroying
them as he did unto me
No
longer shall I be alone in hiding
He
shall serve me well, as I move on
The
Dark Lord cannot elude me longer
As
we create an army to destroy him
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My Heart is Broken
My Heart is Broken
