Blood & Thunder.

...Blood and Thunder...Blood feuds...Melodramatic feuds...Blood Banks whose amount of Blood Baths tied unto Her wake surpass the Quantity of Corpuscles within Our Blood... A truly Blood-curdling Blood Shed... Blood Boils within, yet runs Cold at the Death or Injury of a Family Member... The Prime with the Flush & Glow of the Thoroughbred one Gripped in the Blood-guilt, the one Responsible for the Murder...The Blood-Letter...The Remover of Blood... The Pressure of Blood Rises within the Vessels, as His Eyes shine Red as Blood, Blood Shot...Tinged with Blood, His Blood Stained Eyes, the Aftermath of His Blood Sport performed... Blood Streams from His finger tips, His Blood Thirsty finger tips... Such a Cruel, Damned Bloody Shame... A Bloody Awful, Deliberately unco-operative, Unemotional, Pale-Hearted Leech... An Extortioner, so eager for Bloodshed, with a Single Blow, in a sense, Cursed, He moved as the Wind does, as though He were it, the Wind, the Wind that blew, the Directed Air-Current, as from the Mouth & Nostrils air He ejected and from His Eyes Water... His Fuse melted short, as a Candle which melts when Overloaded with Flame, it was Caused to Melt thus... Exhausted of Breath, His Fuse shaped to a Glass Bubble... Alarms sounded through His Mind, as Wind Instruments, a Note & Signal on or with it, sent Flying off an Explosion, Safety broken into with Explosives, revealing His Secret Rage, His Curse... He Blew Her a Kiss, Extinguished by Blowing, as sent Outwards by Explosion, the Lead Pierced and Shattered Her Skull... In one Operation... As the Blown Kiss hit Her lips, Her Royal Liquid, in Cold Blood blitzed across the Marbled floors and Trickled towards His Feet, as He Silently sipped from a Chalice filled to the brim with Bordeaux...