The inferno of insatiable desire for bloodshed
rages without end in the unholy warrior's callous heart.
His evil,passionless soul longs for the bitterness and strife of all out war.
He rides into battle upon a powerful pale steed with glowing eyes,
and the acrid smoke of death in it's flaring nostrils to wage
unrighteous war upon his eternal foe.
With gnashing teeth and horrible screams of contempt
he wields his fiery sword in anger
slashing his bloody way through the legions of his enemies
'til all lie slain in a bloody,mangled heap on the blood soaked battlefield.
He raises his arms in victory and surveys his dirty work,
and proclaims himself lord of the dead as he casts their
severed heads into the burning cauldron of defeat.
Donavon Scott Vinson