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Dusk of red sets in

Foretelling doom to come.

Arms raised preparing for battle,

The steam of the gathered soldiers' breaths

Rising in the silence

The battle commences

The roar of steel against steel,

My warriors become a wave

of unsated fury.

First blood is drawn and soon

Carnage spreads all around.

The sound of a thousand deaths,

fills my ears

and my hunger grows greater,

The steel of my sword cuts through flesh,

As my enemies' blood covers me

The copper tinged taste of victory

to come

This once serene setting

Now littered with severed limbs

the cries of fallen foes

bring an evil grin to my face

annihilation is certain.

Wielding my sword across an

unsuspecting skull

crushing his face with my fist

to finish his pathetic struggle.

My laughter strikes fear into those

before me.

Panic possesses their hearts,

frozen in terror.

Unable to retreat

expecting only for my warriors

and me to finish them.