The Awakening Poem by Owen Smith

As I walk through a land of ice and snow
My eyes burning red, defying the cold
A swelling hatred, my eyes aglow
I march briskly, a sight to behold

Hell bent on vengeance, blinded by rage
My intent is death, blood from your veins
As I watch, you bleed on the grandest stage
A flow of blood to ease my pain

You’re not to blame for my actions
It’s the product of my insanity
Our love united, split into fractions
Ignited the spark of calamity

The time has come, it’ll be brief
I’m sorry love it must be done
I remove my knife from its sheath
Drove by fear, you turn to run

Before you could let out a scream
My knife danced across your skin
A symphony of blood from my dreams
My mind at peace as it has never been

Though your murder was the first
The taste of your blood greatened my thirst
A ruby red flow awakened the beast
Who’s ready to kill and ready to feast