A song for the protagonist of my novel... |
Raven in my hand, darker than night Dripping wet in the pale moonlight Cutting down every foe coming at me Leaving rivers of blood for all to see. Those were bloodthirsty nights Without thought or purpose When I was a slave to these impulses. I see the destruction at my feet, Lives cut short, bleeding out around me Did my hands do this, the sea of red where I stand? Will Raven ever leave me to live in peace Or is this what I am where none can see? Those were bloodthirsty nights I have to have greater purpose I refuse to be a slave to these impulses. I saw her for the first time, A doll-like face and skill combined To make a mixture of blood-lust to mirror mine. Broken inside and crying for help, But no voice to voice the nightmares of bygone days Which haunted her to the present day. Those were bloodthirsty nights I'm searching for my purpose I push away the impulses. Raven's voice in my head is getting stronger, Even at rest, I feel the rush of power. "Let's spill more blood like old times, it says, Don't give up the blade now, don't let me rot away, Because we're partners to the end, until you break." They used to be bloodthirsty nights But now I've found my purpose I don't worry about those impulses. For her sake, I will do whatever I must, Even if I have to turn Raven into dust. To protect what matters to me, I don't need the power from this being. Not while I have these hands to hold what I have, And that's all right, I've realised at last. The bloodthirsty nights don't haunt me anymore. I finally revamped this. It's a lot better, I think, although the story is still evolving so, who knows? I might need to change it again. |