Stalking through town, dark power within her,
She wielded weapons not meant for beginners;
Black magic encoiled, her soul being soiled,
Can our hero succeed, without being foiled?
Oh how I’ve toiled!
This life I’m embroiled;
I will curse all these homes
Turning children to stone.
Decapitate and feel my hate,
As I tear at you and claim my fate;
Revenge you all –
It’s time, your fall.
Plagues to spread
Until I’ve left you dead;
Man, woman or child –
I care not when I’m riled.
I will swell up their insides
As I slaughter, my homicides,
Feed your young sweet things to goad –
Make their tiny tums explode.
Tearing through this quiet township,
Our hero abandons all sense of kinship
For a people who pushed one injustice too far,
Alone with her power, she boils them in tar.
Come at me now
With your torches and plows;
Your numbers mean nothing
When I’m huffing and puffing:
An army would falter
At the feet of my alter,
So rush at me with your cruel intent
And I’ll break you all with malicious resent.
Made my message mostly clear;
They’ve lost most those that they call dear.
As the moon is waning;
Must escape this place –
They’re too scared to chase.
I will hide in the woods;
Make a home, free for good.
So our hero escapes to the heart of the forest,
To hunt down a home where her flaws can be flawless.
Her power evaporates crossing the threshold,
Determined, she strives, she will reclaim it tenfold.
Part 11 (28/08/18)