The shining blade against my dark skin..
a river of crimson tears..
It sends a shiver up my spine..
The shivering blade behind my victim..
oh how unsuspecting..
A shout...
short but sweet..
I lick the "tears" off my blade..
another day..
another river..
A river of crimson tears..
Now for the pharaoh..
tall and mighty...
shall fall..
at the hands..
of a once lowly theif...
its not the treasures I want..
its revenge..
I want my father back..
I want my friends back..
they're both worth more..
then all the treasures in the world..
~~~~~Malik Ishtar