(Sylvanas Windrunner. Image by sciamano240)
Hungry eyes and pale blue skin…
Am I out or am I in?
Lost, forsaken in this sea
Of the faceless dread… I see,
I’m a banshee restless, dead
And my gown’s just a shred…
No! The lady of the night;
Every arrow – spider bite.
Shiver when you hear my scream,
When you see my arrows’ gleam!
Bow to me, you wretched soul!
Or I’ll burn you down to coal…
I’ll shoot, devastate and sting
Each who calls that lich a king.
And himself I’ll turn to ash…
Easy target, piece of flesh*!
27.05.2018
*referring to ‘a piece of cake’ expression
Piece of Flesh
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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