Poem: Dead Souls

Blood stains the ground,
bodies lying around.
My rest has been shattered,
those who awoke me lay batterd.
Heads and Hands, hung around my necks,
on my clothes, the blood flecks.
I spread my wings to fly away,
Stabbed from behind today.
Cries of anguish shatter the night,
I tumble from my throne, most humble.
Who was the one? Who gave him right?
My most valuable possesions gone, I grum…