The Hunt
By Tasha’Vel Versea

Let the screams,taunts, and cries surround me
As I watch them die, falling to the ground
The purge moves onward
Almost like a sweet melodic sound.

We fought valiantly on the plains of Tarthos
I saw my comrades fall
Foul are these hideous undesirables ,
I can still hear their death call

Too long have I stayed close to the fence
Never showing my true power
But soon very soon
I will make them all cower

All of you undesirables are marked
And with a resounding flash of light
Your time is up, the order has been barked
This is your last fight