• The ice of bitterness
    Nips at my skin
    The cold, hardening
    Hatred in the depths of my sword
    Yells, to be released
    To take the souls that I deserve.

    For it is what I am
    Just an evil being,
    A forgotten existence
    A once-feared story.

    But I will come back
    With my claws poised
    To steal, to devour
    And
    I
    Will
    Rise...Again.