Something's in the Air

I smell something in the air,

Somehting that I haven't smelled since my long slumber,

Since that day where someone thought I could be a slave.

The familiar smell is that of fear

It fils my lungs, my brain, and I remember

That the last time that I smelled fear.

Was right before I slaughtered that man,

The man who haunted my past,

Kept me in a cage,

Did unspeakable deeds to me,

And preached false words.

Yes, that smell is VERY similar to that.

For the people who did this to me know

What will happen next.

The dead will be the lucky ones

For slavery is the least of their concerns

They face losing everything

An I have awakened my brothers, sisters, cousins, and children

Because I'll need the support; I cannot do this alone

Our skills with the sword are great,

But our magicks are greater.

They will be our slaves by the end of the night,

Slaves for eternity,

And they have no chance of defeating us