Bloodthirsty Nights

Raven in my hand, darker than night
Dripping wet in the pale moonlight
Cutting down every foe coming at me
Leaving rivers of blood for all to see.

Those were bloodthirsty nights
Without thought or purpose
When I was a slave to these impulses.

I see the destruction at my feet,
Lives cut short, bleeding out around me
Did my hands do this, the sea of red where I stand?
Will Raven ever leave me to live in peace
Or is this what I am where none can see?

Those were bloodthirsty nights
I have to have greater purpose
I refuse to be a slave to these impulses.

I saw her for the first time,
A doll-like face and skill combined
To make a mixture of blood-lust to mirror mine.
Broken inside and crying for help,
But no voice to voice the nightmares of bygone days
Which haunted her to the present day.

Those were bloodthirsty nights
I'm searching for my purpose
I push away the impulses.

Raven's voice in my head is getting stronger,
Even at rest, I feel the rush of power.
"Let's spill more blood like old times, it says,
Don't give up the blade now, don't let me rot away,
Because we're partners to the end, until you break."

They used to be bloodthirsty nights
But now I've found my purpose
I don't worry about those impulses.

For her sake, I will do whatever I must,
Even if I have to turn Raven into dust.
To protect what matters to me,
I don't need the power from this being.
Not while I have these hands to hold what I have,
And that's all right, I've realised at last.

The bloodthirsty nights don't haunt me anymore.


I finally revamped this. It's a lot better, I think, although the story is still evolving so, who knows? I might need to change it again.