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The wind blows cold air on my face

The scent of blood thick and heavy in the air

The men that have betrayed there masters

Lay dead before my feet

crimson creates a half mask on my face

pearly white fangs show as I look up

The moon full and the night making me

Intoxicated

Or possibly it was just the blood

My sword, stained with the poison

I flick it to clean its slate.

replacing it to its sheath

I walk away from the scene and return to my maker

He holds me while we sleep

I lay awake with the bleeds

thinking of the treachery I have committed

unto my own kind

I get up and grab for my sword

Straddling my maker

He wakes with half sleep

I bring the sword down piercing his heart

he looks at me trying to understand

I lean down to his ear

and whisper

"I have done to you,

What you have done unto me"

He dies at my last words

I take up his thrown with no pride

The men that were his body guards

Now mine to with as I please

I sit there and make myself known

"I am the Queen, Destroyer of death itself"

but I suppose we all knew that

...in the end