Day 389
Screams fall silent
As another innocence is taken.

Fulfilling a pride I once abhorred.
My heart the beating drum
Set to winterâ??s rhythm

I have fallen to every evil, and still I am hungry.
An eye for an eye, neck for a neck.
A row of seven heads, children of my enemy.

I cut out the heart of purity
and wore it as a jewel.
A seasonâ??s change since valor has fallen with this blade

and virtue seized by violence.
Looking down on my crimson hands
and a trough full of innocence,

Iâ??ve tightened the tourniquet,
ready for the amputation of my salvation.
Every kill brings a prophecy,

The raven, my seer, so familiar, visits me at my site of slaughter.
In his claws is a scroll â?? dropped in blood
A letter penned to my ruined Eden.

Not conquered by my own devices!
Redemption, bring me back to indigo shores
unmoved but broken,

Charge forward into stillness.