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My Own Nemesis (Part 2)

Within my transformation
       my sight changes...
I now can see
dark purple veins,
like cables,
passing throughout
     the beast,
also I can make out a face
not quite demonic,
but no less familiar.

With Rage now coursing
through the very
    arteries of 
        my new form
I can taste
      flesh and blood
  in my mouth
as I lick my curled lips.

Releasing a savage
howl that cracks
the very foundation
   of earth
I leap at 
the closest vessel
sinking my claws
deep into it
then tear it open
like tissue paper.
I feel its oozing body
   quiver
as the blood rushes
      to leave
through the new opening.

I leap for the next,
slicing through it
seditiously,
then the next
   and the next,
working my way
  towards the head.

My castle,
now bathed in blood,
is little more than
a rubbage pile
as the towers disolve
in the bluish,
acidic blood seeping
   over everything.

Only now
   do I
     realize the destruction
of the attack,
which drives me
deeper into my Rage.
I start shredding
   the not quite dead carcass
like I was a bomb
that exploded
within the creature.
As the pieces hit the ground
     they turn to liquid,
and seep into the soil.

When there 
is nothing left 
   in front of me,
             I stop.
Turning around,
I find no sign
      of the beast,
just its destruction.

Now that
  my castle
    is a pile of stone
and my lands
      are poisoned
I have no means
           of finding her
or Sorrow
     who has vanished.
All I'm left with
    is Rage,
who is still within me,
     and I don't know
          if I want to let him out.

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