Screams

Screams.

A scream shatters the peace,
Shards of silence, broken on the ground.



Another scream, a child run through by a blade,
Fell invader baring rotting teeth,
Wallowing in their pain.



A third scream, to rend the heart,
A woman taken by force,
The brute grunting in pleasure.



A fourth scream, cut short,
By a blade across the throat, wiped clean.
A pale youth, sickened rage in his eyes, kicks the brute aside,
And bends to help the broken woman, her eyes hollow and dead.



A fifth scream.
The pale youth, fury in his veins,
Exacts the price of blood.
Vengeance will be done.