Hraethigaldur

My soul is darkened
My body conquered
These eyes so keen
Fear what they have seen
For much blood, not mine
Trails my stride in time
As it drips from my teeth
To my claws beneath
And my soul cries out
Through all of its doubt
"Save me, save me!"
For it can truly see
That a wrath shall follow
A life so hollow
As mine...

Can I be found in time?

Character invented for a game. Named him Hraethigaldur: the terror stave. Runic characters get poems. ^_^

Nah... could do graphics, but not programming. Don't own any server space either. But it's fun to dream.