Here you hang.
The once tyrant of the Highbloods, bringing them to their knee's in a single breath.
You can't keep quiet can you?
I hate the way you laugh and sneer as if I was just a joke to you.
Violet rims underneath my fingertips, I feel pain in my thigh but I can ignore it. The sight of you like this is satisfying enough.
Does it hurt?
The way the beast tears into your flesh, searing hot bloody, mutant red blood pouring like a overflowing fountain into the pool you have generously made for us. I bite my lip.
Violet over lapping white dagger like edges.
I hope it hurts for what you have done to me.
All those years of hell bathed in rain shower till even the thunder pitied me, roaring like the King to over power my muffled sobs and cries. Reaching out to the reaper hoping he would rip my soul from my rocking body, take me away from him.
Your name suits you well.
You have deceived the one you loved most. Now what do you have left?
I feel you watch me for a moment then scream bloody murder to the sky.
Are you smiling?
Are you happy that death will take you soon so you can see that lovely jade.
I smile back.
Chains will take you, wrapping around your hard body, dragging you down to a place you welcome but to a man you fear.
Are you finished already? You have stopped crying, breathing, cursing.
It can't be over yet, you have to bleed more.
I stand for you, but I will turn to leave now.
The war you have brought is over for this land. As I stride for my home I look back once more before the King devours your head. You are still smiling.
Is it really over, I wonder?
Mutant blood burns as it trails like a slow river, alive and fresh.
My back hurts.