The Mace... It calls more to me...
"Seek out this coven of Vampires... Join them and continue the path to night's tyranny..."
So with a clench of my hand around the blood-soaked mace
I walked outside as I cast aside any trace
My old life as a vigilant is over
No more pain, suffering or torture
My eyes turned to gold, filled with hunger
"Burn it! Burn the Vampire!"
It was one of the town guardsmen
Lost in fear as I killed three of his own men
I grabbed on to his chest and green energies flowed from my hand
He began to stumble and sway, unable to make a stand
I felt the hunger for blood rising
But my mission itself is even more terrifying
So I took the mace and swung for his head...
And in that instant, his soul was claimed and there he lie
broken, headless, dead...
"This is just the beginning of the end...
And this is the message I shall send..."
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I am writing all these poems because I am brushing up on my skills, as well as improving them and working towards a goal of writing something awesome in general.