Gore is easily towelled from a dagger’s edge,
But it is not so easily showered from your hands.
Darkness consumes all shadows,
Slipping into thy glove lost in gloom.
She was callow but full of life,
I extinguished all with a serrated knife.
I have no remorse I venerate my work,
An impulse that might be polluted.
Mind plodding a coward no more,
Vengeance total for crimes when I was four.
Dagger an extension of the arm,
A swelling that goads flesh.
Bane saunters at night,
Faces may change with age,
But eyes of death remain the same.