Revenge Tastes....

His cloak whipping in the wild wind,

He looked about at the carnage.

Once again they had pushed him too far.

His cold heart pumping icy blood,

They had mistaken his silence,

And his waxen visage for fear.

Totally surprised at the fury,

Unbelieving of the destruction,

They died.

Wondering in some odd fashion,

If they were indeed brainless,

He opened some of their heads.

Satisfaction of grey matter, splattered his hands.

Plunging fingers into chests,

He found bulbs of blood and squeezed.

Gutless.... they are now.

Evidenced by screams as they ran,

Entrails pulled from their stomachs.

Eyes bulging from terror,

Not convinced of this nightmare,

Some fainted, only to awake to fetid breath.

Life sucked from pulsing veins,

The dribbles leaking out on the stone floor,

The light in their eyes slowly dimmed.

The focus of his intent, backed ever so carefully,

Slipping on the intestines of his companions.

The brashness and bravado replaced by horror.

Knowing that nothing could save him,

He resolved to die as well as he could.

He didn't scream right away.

Thinking that at least this one had a vestige

Of honor he let him strike out.

Fists of flesh broke under the strength of desperation.

Pushing his iron fingers under the rib-cage,

Grasping the beating heart,

He slowly squeezed and watched the pain flow.

Nails scrabbling on the hard surface of his skin,

Broke and tore free from fingertips.

Scrolls of flesh peeled up and fell to the floor.

Madness gripped his victim,

And he gibbered, slowly sliding into oblivion.

Fangs wide, he bit deliciously and chewed the nose.

MMMMMMM, tastes like chicken.