Icculashanthasa Bloodlust

Wings of black feathers,
Shining in afternoon glow;
The time has arrived.

She picks up a blade,
It glints in the sunlight;
War plays its game.

Slaughtering millions,
Blood down her arms;
Dead pile around.

Screaming and crying,
From left and from right;
Family's torn apart.

She stands in the darkness,
Tears down her face;
Broken from inside.

Wiping off bloodstains
From body and blade;
Sins cleaned away.

Eyes glowing blood red,
Teeth sharp and white;
Hunting down mortals.

Morning comes slowly,
Firelight dying;
Sun rises again.

Blood soaks the ground,
Terror has passed;
She fades away.

Hiding in shadows,
Vengeance is planned;
She rests for now.

Till darkness reigns over;
And sun sets tonight;
Death comes again.

KC - 4/7/05