I am a Banshee
An agent of discord
reever of souls
herald of Darkness
I am a Hoodie Crow
pecking after the battle is over
Then rising on wings of night
given flight by energy stolen from others
I wait at the ford
wearing a twisted smile as I wash
the water red around me
Who`s garments are these
someone you know perhaps
Feel my doubt take hold
as I ride the mist into your camp
I`ll sit at your fire
and drink with you
then give opinions you wish you hadn`t heard
I am the broken buckle,the failed clasp
The broken lance,the shattered shield
The armor left behind because it was too heavy
I am the blood on the hilt of your sword
The difference between a blow that kills quickly
or cripples for life.
I sap your strength
steal your courage
fog your thoughts
In their place I leave you Rage
That cuts friend and foe alike
That voice screaming for blood is mine
your weapons belong to me now
as do you
