Flesh bound to both man and beast,

Beauty and deformity entwinted together in immaculate euphoria,

And so, I am the guardian of the deceased,

Releasing those anchored by their pathetic dysphoria,

Eager to travel from one body to the next,

Changing everything but within,

Oh how these words are both simple and complex,

Though I'll admit, I feel the safest while shrouded in artificial skin,

Life and death are both my domains,

As I am the maiden, mother, and crone,

While also being my own prisoner to my chains,

A life like this is often spent alone,

Washing the same ole bloodied clothes,

Head shaking as I know what's to come next,

As the soldiers are reminded by the first shots of crossbows,

Until there were no more steps,

I warned them, but they never listen,

They'll only listen to screams of hate,

War to them is just another hopeless addiction,

After the first man down, they should've known that it was too late,

I feel the hollowness from within the carnaged battlefield,

The bodies interwined in a hollow, but odious embrace,

Now there's no use of their pathetic mundane ideals,

Oh what a dreaded use of an arms race,

Like Valkyries, I too bring happiness to the slain,

Though make no mistake, I am as malicious as I am merciful,

Vex me and I, my child, will become your hellish bane,

So let's not make this personal