What was first seen as a curse Is now presenting itself As a generous source of power The power to rip a soul from the flesh One day, I entered a small village town Most of the residents Left me to my business
An old woman who welcomed death Jeered at my presence I bypassed her mockery Only to be pursued
How dare this old fool ridicule me. What better way to set an example Than to reap the life force From her shriveling corpse? Heckling holds no weight As a writhing shell
