Blended by my vision
I had no choice
As the night broke free so did I
Fire rushed thru my
blood
As I moved along the hills
The children played there
But they played no longer
My scimitar was
Clocked with blood
But my spirit
found no rest
She was beautiful
so scared
so helpless
As my sword dove it way into her broken body
a tear dripped from my face
This is my curse all that’s left of me
sickness and hate
I feed on the death of others
I know she saw the tear
the last thing she saw
She won
I ran away to the saftey of hate