~They're laughing all around me. I can hear it. Those nefarious chants of torturous joy they find in mockery of myself. And who be the soul they tread on? I, the dark shadow, he who eclipses the night. May an unsightly end come to all who oppose. Let their bodies be cast to the merciless flames and burn for eternity. To hell with them all~
As it is now said for I to be called a Bladebreaker, I find no need for the nonsense nor do I find a need for their coy games of idiocy as they dance around me. A phoenix, a raptor, has been born and I am he. He who has been bestowed with power. Here stand I, and they below, for they are the prey, the hunted.
Here sit I in the darkest corner of the darkest room I know, questioning such ideas as friendship. Have I any? Deserve I any? Need I any? Who is to say? Let those who have found means to willingly invite me perish under fire or, worse, by my hand. Dark blade incumbent of my pocket. May I unsheath its lethal power and lay piercing edge to the flesh of mine enemies. Blood shall pour as bone breaks, viscera shatter, and screaming evermore they shall plunge into hell. Slowly, excruciatingly. Let it be true they feel the pain I hold within as I unleash it in rapacious fury. Death to those who defy...
Now that you are here, allow me to show you what hell really is!
What have I to say of those I know? Nothing. Nothing except of he who dares to strike at me most. He who attempts fealty through treachery, and expresses joy through mockery. In vain his quests have been to turn me, for I have only begun to show what all is within. Death awaits one so impudent as he. Shall it come to pass that such a task is in my hands? I could not speak surely of it at such a time. Come what may, he shall be forever my opponent, forever my derider, forever mine enemy.
Perish Under The Blade
It is certain you must die.
There is no way you can pass me.
I shall strike you down.
You shall never rise again.
The red phoenix has awakened.
All who stand before him are cast aside.
For none are quite so powerful as the fire bird.
It is useless to try.
None can defeat me.
A blade like no other I possess.
And with it I shall vanquish your life to make it my own.
And you can never return.
You can never show your face again.
Fear is humility, forever in insanity.
Bloody crimson.
Acuminate talons.
Pierce your flesh, your mind.
And you find there is no way back to reality.
No way back to sanity...
It is fate, it is insanity, it is hell like no other...
And you feel the walls of death close in around you...
Within all there rests a heart, throbbing, fearful, a caged and cowardly spirit. But mine is a heart that beats strong and shows no fear. Mine is the heart of a wild and merciless raptor that blazes as a fire, tears like a two-edged sword; a phoenix, Dranzer, I have become.
Dark are the shadows in which I seek refuge, away from the world and ones I despise. Any who find it sport to test my limits, to venture past my bounds, find nothing less than hell's fatal stare upon them. And slowly, vengefully, with ire insurmountable, I tally my bloody score.
Bleeding heart, delicate fruit of the cadaver, I hold within my grip. An illustrious prize of my victory I retain firmly, and scrutinize every drop of scarlet, contemplate the orifice from which I have ripped out every innard up until the final scream before a death so vile. And the vengeance is as sweet as the crimson carcass scent, delicious as the black and red that pools at my feet. What is another kill, but a show of skill in which I have triumphed.
Velvet Throne
A wealth of standards that must be met,
Flesh with tinge neither black nor white
But held, instead, a crimson tone
Pleasing to the velvet throne
And in this torture I create
Evermore would he berate
And wish that I interrogate
Each rueful soul I find
Constant, still, is the racking
From innocent hearts I took to hacking
And the blood seeks words that condone
From the sinful velvet throne
I hear the pleas and tauntings, still
To kill, to steal, other's wishes fulfill
Desire for the chance to live unbound
To the ruddy work my life has found
Wicked hands that hunger for power
Demand it, unfailing, at every waking hour
For each hidden spirit I make my own
Satisfies more the velvet throne
Twisted soul inside my frame
Forever a cold stone my heart shall remain
Lest some freedom is to me shown
A gallows by the velvet throne
A Taste of Crimson
The rupture through the flesh I see, shining steel beside. A puddle of the rubicund drink with scent to make all dispel in fear. I draw nearer as they fall back and find no more the world around. A simple drop across my lips and inside to wrap my tongue, and then the hapless at my feet shall scream. Terror I shall bring with force none can comprehend. A longing so reprobate, eating away at my insides as I do the same.
Complete myself and bring me no less, yet only one fault is found and only one realm I dare not conquer. To taste it I could never, but it is certain he must fall. Only his hands hold me down, only his spirit wills me to his own, and I have not known freedom...
The others bind me with their smiles, and I them with lies. Treachery in simplicity and their blood I shall soon see. To dive in it, bathe in it, indulge my senses and gut with it and taste the sweet and evil fluid of death and immortal hell.
Mine Enemy- Rived in Fear
Inane passion was his banter, to rip me in all watching eye and curse me with a smile and voice that would give both laugh in joy and malice. An insolent bother was he, to have damned me with all best intention and put forth bouts of humor. What asinine game is this he would play upon my head, my soul, and dance in light where I reside solely in shadow?
His was shortly in coming, for vengeance was long in planning and how nearly I could smell it in all places of me; and each instance I again put my eyes to him there was crimson hue with a form not yet taken, but I was soon to have it...
It was night when all the bastard lovers of the sun had themselves in where they assumed safe keeping, and each head would have marked one more to the ruddy tally which I kept, been a prize to satiate bloodlust, but I had not the desire for their scarlet, save from one.
Much to my dismay, there was fight and clamor to compensate his inferiority, but his din I did stifle up until I had him where he need be and bound to adamant walls of his prison-- my captive prey I deemed destined for unsightly fate...
Metal sang through cloth and flesh,
A thousand shards of crimson pool
And struck at him with murderous finess,
With vengeance as my tool
Just to rend his gut in all my power,
To see fear of hell in his eye
Induce each second of pain with the span of an hour,
Run him red 'til he turn dry
Who say I am hell-bent to see his death?
Who claim I lust for blood?
I merely find it sport to test,
Why this crimson does taste so good
Countless times over I brought acuminate edge to flesh, stinging whip with arrowed end piercing the tender belly of mine enemy and drawing fluid prize at each turn. With ardency I had hoped to flay him before my bloodlust was exposed, but so it came to pass my reigning dark gave way to light. I was forced to leave him with threat on his life. Dare he speak, his throat shall pay at the end of my dagger. Until again I find the time opportune to seek out my vengeance in full, I watch mine enemy with crimson eyes piercing the shadows he no longer dares step into... with great patience I wait for that chance when he should be found alone...
Until sweet fatal dreams bring us to meet, keep watch over your shoulder. A shadow dark and innocent may hide your worst fear, watching, waiting for you to fall..
