I lay into them with sword in hand
swathing blood across the land

My rage CANNOT BE SPENT!
For compassion is not so easily leant

There is naught for me but to bathe in gore
Full of the knowledge that it will do naught for my sore

Aye Me!! My life has been denied me.
My heart torn from my chest with gaping wounds left bare for all to see.

Blood spurts from the cavity that once held my heart
Life slowly drains from me, yet on I fly at mine enemies like an unerring dart.

Tears sear a path down my face
Reminding me of my own disgrace

Too late to save her, too late to save me…
My blade sweeps in a broad arc flowing along the path of animosity.

Crimson Candy so sweet it raises bile to balance the palette
I drive another man into the ground, for I am the tent masters mallet

The canvas I raise will shelter nothing save my need to destroy
Swallowing up all who run before me in this bandits convoy.

A pain runs along my spine as I topple to the ground
Confusion upon my face… screams of pain the only sound

The screams are my… or are they theirs?
Damn them all to hell! Damn them all for no one cares