The flame of rage burns bright in his eyes,
Born of those that sin.
Every drop of blackened blood split,
a clearer conscience arisen.
Each death wrought of his hands,
another soul to Hades sends.
His eyes of blue ice,
pierce even the darkest of mortal souls.

Knives at his side,
honor in his blood.
A heart filled with malice,
unleashed upon those foul.
His own soul teeming with hate,
brought to bear against his mark.
He is the hunter,
Evil his prey.

Neither good nor evil,
but something more, yet less.
A wanderer, a warrior,
a thinker, a lover.
A life of burden and pain,
lead by one so alone.
He is the last of his race,
all hope for his kind lies dead.

This Demon dwells within,
a blessing and a curse.
My hollow soul now midnight black,
I am little more than those i hunt.
An innocent never shall be harmed,
nor a woman or child.
Honor with every word,
death with every sin.

I am the Demon.
Unknown Calm - 15 years, 10 months, 25 days ago