The First

One by one,

The traitors are found,

Those who denied

My vengeance so sweet,

So now I hunt,

Stalking the first,

The prey is close,

It starts to suspect,

Paranoid it flees,

The chase begins,

It dashes swiftly,

I follow quickly,

The wind beneath my feet,

The blade in my hand,

Blindly fleeing,

It continues to run,

Only to trip,

begging for mercy,

With none to give,

Blood runs red,

Then it's screams of dread,

Vengeance not over,

Till their "All" dead.

The End

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