Tears of blood trail down her face

Humanity in ruins, a disgrace

Blood stained hands, darkened wings

A battle won, she slowly grins

Souls of the weak, the lost, the maimed

Each one she eagerly claimed

Trophies of an ongoing battle

Humans are but merely cattle

Quickly now she takes to flight

Her heart filled with hate and spite

Another pained soul she sees

Holding a knife upon his knees

She stretches out an unforgiving hand

Helping end his life, just like he planned

Wrapped in her cold embrace

Another soul vanishes without a trace.

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