Fan Fiction ❯ Black Death ❯ Black Death ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Assassin's Percussionary Blade.

Archer's Bow-Harp,

The Singing Stallion

A Foot soldier's Musical Pike,

The Dead Cry my Tune,

While the Living moan my Symphony,

Honor is my Illusion,

Valor my Bait,

The feral Cries,

Of Dogs and the Crows,

Feeding off my Aftermath

The Stench of Flies,

Is my End Result.

Hate the Great Conductor,

Blood is the Great Drum,

And I danse the Dance

Of the Killing Warrior.

The Tune of War

Rising to My Call.