I understand death
and the bringer of destruction
I understand the blood lust
and the strength which brings it
I know the smell of blood
the want the hate
the fury in my head
that as was thousands of years ago
I know what I wanted then
and I know what powered it
I feel the power of death in me
and the life it creates
I battle to bring it down
even as it ripples my skin
and replaces it with scales
I know it
even as the knots rise upon my back
as the fierce spikes grow
and my swords
turn to talons
I know this..
as I smell the blood in the air
with every breath I ache
I smell my own pain..
and
I smile..
and I growl deep with in ...
here I am again
here I am...
here I have always been....
this time....
I fight to sheath my sword..
as I know I must have fought before...
fought and lost
spilling much blood
innocent blood?
I doubt it...
there is no innocent....
victorious???
is there ever really victory
we pray for stalemate and we lick our wounds...
and drink our neighbors blood....
in the grip of a weird feeling...
violence and understanding....
I feel my skin literally ripple with energy....
and I see the beast emerging from me and it is real..
and ancient, and it's blades are sharp and vigilant
who I was
is who I am....