Battle Crow

I banged my drum, real loud, real fast. The images of ravens on the drum pulsated with the beats, almost seemed alive. They seemed to whisper to me “Battle crow, battle crow…” The beat went ever faster until suddenly I stopped.

When the tone of the drum still echoed in my ear and pierced the silence of the room, I sensed her behind me. In my mind’s eye I saw her standing there, all covered in blood. All covered in dripping, gloriously red blood. The blood of her enemies, her opponents. She was urgency, lust, blood frenzy and madness. I am somewhat scared of meeting her closer up!


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