The Blood

I am the blood
of those which your kind killed
The blood of the innocent
Which they spilled with ease
I am the spirit of the forest
Protector of the living
And slayer of the living dead
I am a child of the moon
Who I howl to
The pale moon goddess
Who looks after me
For I am the last of her children
My dear moon weeps with sorrow
While you rejoice
In her children's blood
I feel like any other would feel
When you are alone...
When your mother weeps for
The brothers ans sister you lost
Howls of joy
Turn to
Howls of endless pain
And sorrow
I feel the same
As you would

It's a quote I was working for Of my own Blood, but then I felt like making it into a poem. I'm not very good at writing poems, sorry.

Yup. I will....eventually