Pain shows no stain.
The only stain that is there,
Is one of his blood.
It all started a sad day in
He saved my life.
Now, I'm nothing but a simple
Hunter. It's not animals I hunt,
I knew that there was a bounty,
somewhere there always is. I put
that all aside to speak to him.
I thanked him and turned to leave,
He pleaded with me to give my name,
Fear spiked my thoughts.
Slowly I whispered my name to him.
He asked if he could see me again.
What could it hurt? Whom could it hurt?
I saw him that day
my hunting had stalled.
I saw no fear in living
Should have known that it couldn't be
The man was a trick.
A terrifying trick.
He attacked me when my guard was down.
His knife sliced deep into my arm.
My own knife held steady in his leg.
Pain filled my thoughts.
He attacked again,
leaving a long cut across my back.
I lost the first battle to him,
but I refuse to loose
When I awoke, I was tied down,
Chains surrounded my wrists.
I was seething.
Once I began to rattle the chains,
He heard me and pulled a knife.
The cut dragged across my stomach.
Blood dripped from it.
He shushed me, trying not alerting anyone.
I wouldn't have it,
I pushed at my chains, snarling like an
There was a dull thudding noise from the main hall.
He moved towards the noise.
I pulled my wrists free from the chains.
Blood coated my hands.
I moved towards him.
He saw my reflection in a mirror.
He turned to me,
but that's what I wanted him to do.
I launched myself at him.
The knife found its home,
right in his throat.
He simply gurgled before falling.
His body shook slightly, but soon was still.
I threw down the knife and called in my
He saved my life,
He hunted me,
I was his undoing.
I am Death.
It beats in me.
Watch for me.
I might be coming after you next...