Soaring through the air, eagle’s wing spread with flight

Flying over the sky looking for a fight.

Spotting a victim down below

Engaging in battle, the sword is drawn in front of me waiting to make the first blow.

Dried blood on the sword from the victims before

This weakling should run, but does not know what is in store.

He draws a sword with caution and despair

Knowing he is going lose no matter where.

He hesitates then lashes out with rage

He would never hit me even with me in a cage.

Step right, Step left avoiding the slashes until I am licked with one

The burning of the blade, ignites a fire within

No more playing, death is now inevitable for him.

With a grasp around his throat he struggles and the blade comes free

He speaks, but two words “Finish me”.

So his wish is my command

I pull back and chop off his hand.

He thought the suffering would of ended there

But this sick pleasure is only the beginning for my anger has grown worse without a care.

He loses his other hand and the blood begins to pour

This is nothing but a pathetic fool with nothing to live for.

With the fun coming to a close

A quick blow to the heart is for this victim and not foe.

He thought he had me but did not know

I am a creature who cannot die a creature from below.

His suffering will end with his last view of my eyes

Bleeding to death with his mournful cries.

Walking away he lies stiff, I take off looking for my next prey

Hunting and playing on the weak each day.