song in bloody-red

Beyond the window, the wind doth howl,
A song of cold and despair, I scowl.
My fire, feeble, flickers low,
Arrowheads sharpened, ready to throw.

Demons scratch at the door, relentless they claw,
Their eerie creak on glass, a chilling draw.
Through the door, the cold seeps in,
I draw my bow, ready to begin.

The blizzard sings a hopeless tune,
Monsters revel, their victory strewn.
My hearth's fire extinguished, a fading light,
I brandish my swords, ready for the fight.

Time to sing with demons, a twisted duet,
To meet destiny, no time for regret.
Desperate screams from the demons' throat,
I open the door, new music to promote.

The bowstring's song, tender and bold,
Arrows whistle, cutting through the cold.
Swords in melody, the blizzard they sever,
Crossbow's rhythm, beating forever.

Arrow follows arrow, a furious dance,
A song of rage, an unstoppable trance.
My song, anew, a burning desire,
Steel against evil, setting the world on fire.

My furious don't end, I paint this world in red,
Defeating evil, no mercy I'll feign.
This choice, my own, the demons sing along,
Screaming as arrows pierce, their cries prolong.

And as my swords sing, cutting through the night,
Cold and evil shattered, their demise in sight.
Who else dares to join, to sing with me?
Who's desperate enough for this symphony?