The Avenger
6/17/o8 mon.

The Beast is out for murder
and he's coming for my heart.
But I worry not – he'll never find it
because it's hidden at the start.

Bittersweet memories of younger days past.
Funny how I always thought those times would last.
A gentle smile, mood ring eyes and a tankard of ale.
My heart now lies in the pocket of a certain male.

He's hurt me for the last time.
He won't hurt me any more.
So I know that this is that last chance
that I'll see him walk out the door.

My Hero was taken from me.
The hands that had slain him
are the same ones that touched me.
Only his life can pay for this sin.

My heart which is now with him
is no longer beneath my breast.
Now there only lingers a dark hole
and this vengeance that cannot rest.

It is my sole duty now
to right that which is wrong.
I fear, however, that this anger won't leave
because it's been inside me for so long.

I can't wait to see the look
on his face when his life slips away.
When his blood soaks the ground,
oh, I can't wait to see that day.

I am now The Avenger.
I am now a Dark Priestess.
My justice will be mighty
and his begging will be cherished, but useless.