Oath of a War Monger

Causing suffering and agonizing pain are nothing new to a war monger.

Soon, the blood will flow down from your veins
onto the bodies of those like you who I have slain;
though it’s ok,
no one really likes you anyway.
 

This is a time of darkness
for everyone like you;
No escape from me,
the demon calling you.
 

I will hunt you down,
and make sure that you die;
you’ll grow slow and lifeless
right before my eyes.
 

This demon’s thirst for blood,
deep within my head;
I fear will never stop,
until everything is dead.

Author's Note

Don't expect to see these dark and gory poems from me too often.