As I was, it was I
In the Deathly sky.
Looking down on them
Wolves, safe in their den.
Man reading false psalms
Seeing my Bloody palms.
Now, yes, now I remember
They thought I'd surrender.
Cornered like an animal, hunted
I was steady, ready, and rugged.
I pulled my knife in that black room
Waiting, stalking to their doom.
Killing the straglers that slowed
The hate now started to flow.
I became Death, in a sense
The Darkness even felt dense.
The Dark was my elegant cloak
Knife embed in his skull, broke.
No more blade, barehands now
Beating, screaming, hearing the breaks
Feeling the bones snapping, their mistake.
Bruised knucles and drenched in blood
Their bodies, lying in the murky mud.
As Death appeared to take their souls
To be Him, that was my only goal.
I pulled back the hood, to see Him
But couldn't, it was dark and dim.
He touched me, and I was cold
I had been way, too bold.
In Death's Realm I was sent
He found me, cloak absent.
He was a man here, perfect
A strange, beautiful aspect.
A corpse away, but, here a man
Looking about the realm, quick scan.
He spoke, it was elegant and articulate
Lulled as I followed him to the Hallowed Gate.
Finally, a real Father that loved me
And He knows me, had tea ready.