VICTORY

Every fibre of my being, every reason in my mind, 
every thought creeping up inside me, 
now just a whisper in the night…
I could hear the dark wind howling, 
I could see the hollow depths below, 
I could feel the evil stirring, 
inside the mind of a girl I once knew…
From the moment she took over, all control was lost, 
but she certainly had the power,
to get back what was stolen from us… 
They never saw her coming, but I'm sure they felt her wrath, 
as one by one she buried them, 
some alive, some begging for death… 
Her blade still shows the traces, of blood from those she blessed, 
but the ones who deserved no better, 
will never feel her sweet caress… 
They will suffer a fate worse than death, 
like the torches of the damned…
they will never get to be released, 
from the poison of her hands… 
She finally did what had to be done, and gave "me" back to Me, 
but before she goes, just one last time, 
she must feel what it is to be free… 
She used my body recklessly, 
no thought spared for man or another.
Now finally gone, she left me alone, 
To realize she'll become someone's mother…
How ironic life can be, how I prayed for victory…
Maybe I have found it though, 
in this life inside of me.