Vindicta.

As the fires climb and the ashes fall
I bear witness to many a crime
You threatened my family, one and all
Vengeance will be mine, this is the time

~-~

In the fields, bodies fester and rot
Your path, a trail of blood and flames
This resistance isn’t for naught
You will be stricken down in shame

~-~

Your armor in the red sun of the dawn
Smeared in soot and covered in crimson
Your sword, claimer of lives of the pawns
Dried blood caked across in ribbons

~-~

Our blades meet, our strength shown
That evil smile of yours, an atrocity
In this battle, we fight on our own
We carve at each other with ferocity

~-~

You call me a fool
I call you tyrant
You say I am a tool
I say I am only defiant

~-~

With another hit, you are brought down
That sadistic smile wiped clean
The blood that is your own drains out
The ground wet in a red sheen

~-~

Many graves to be made for the lost
But today I will revel in this
For you were brought low, at great cost
But here and now, I am Invictus

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