Revenge

Angel of death and doom,
lurking about in the dark and gloom.
She licks her lips with lust,
fresh blood is now a must.

With a silver sword in hand,
she is looking for what she demads.
The thrill of a fight exictes her.
Oh, the feelings surrond her.

Quietly she creeps about,
wondering who will come out.
Her eyes are always searching,
for anyone that might be lurking.

Her cat like eyes soon see,
something that just can't be.
Fear makes her tremble within,
for this is someone she knew & someplace she's already been.

In her hand she carresses the cold steel.
How smooth and sharp it feels.
The painful memoris creep into her mind.
For this prey is one of her kind.

She can taste the revenge so bittersweet.
Waiting for when they shall once again meet.
It is time to finally finish this,
she steadies herself so she won't miss.

As her prey approaches nearer,
the visions of revenge become clearer.
The anticipation makes her shake,
It is there life she shall take.

As the prey approaches close,
she remembers how she's wanted this the most.
She plunges the sword deep into there chest.
This is the part she likes best.

Looking at her prey that lies still,
her heart still pounding from the kill.
Revenge had been hers,
And once again her emotions begins to stir.

Angel of death and doom,
still lurking about in the dark and gloom,
licking her lips with lust,
for fresh blood will always be a must.