• I stand alone
    on a field
    with my sword dripping
    with my slain enemies
    blood.

    He was a formiddable
    foe,
    that Gabe.

    Now that he is dead
    perhaps I miss him a little.

    It was fun listenning
    to him beg
    for mercy.

    He watched his own
    family die
    one by one.

    He watched his smallest
    sone get burned alive
    by me.

    Gabe was killed
    by his own sword.

    He couldn't bear
    the sight of his son
    burning.

    He committed suicide
    to ease his pain.

    A pity,
    I wasn't done
    with him yet.

    I have never
    felt this
    excited
    before.

    The thrill
    of each kill
    is so intoxicating.