vengeance

A Poem by fatimah

Born to the smell of blood,
Surrounded by fire,
To the screams of men when the swords pierce through them,
To the taste of ash and when the bloods runs stale.

When the darkness spreads and happiness dies,
When life gets cold and our demons are bold,
My conscience cries when the rains blow dry.

Happiness: feels like a distant sensation.
Death, feels like an approaching hound.

When tears just won't come,
The demons: then don't hum,
They beat those drums.

Imbeciles.
Unaware.
The fire in my foe's eyes brings me back to life.

Yes, i have risen.
For my blood, is nothing but vengeance.
Immortality is mine.
Yes, i will shine.

Heart beat to drum beat,
Rhythm to rhythm.
Entwined like fingers,
When my enemy lingers.

Victory, my citation,
To stand tall when my strongholds fall,
My forte.

For i need no weapons and i need no swords,
I am the silent killer.
I dwell in their eyes.
And i pierce through their hearts.
Invisible like the wind.
Yes, i'm under their skin.

Victory is mine and i'm it's.