Blood Valley

Hidden deep within the valley

Lost from the soldier's tally

A nightmare was residing

Forgotten by all his wars

Evil in all lore.

A sword to his back

His will a vicious attack.

The goal of blood to sip

And the sadistic pleasure of flesh to rip.

Keeping in mind but one design

The pleasure of his morbid lover divine

His twisted mind turned worse by her kiss

Now his destruction is lost in her poisoned bliss.

He strikes those lost from their way

Taking their blood for her thirst to stay.

None is spilled, but all is bled

Into her golden flask of dread.