Struggler

I lay beside the fire As I remember Bonfires of dreams Flames no longer spurn And I only see the shadows I can smell their corpses still As I try to rest But when I close my eyes I see your putrid wings A torrent of madness A tempest of death For which the human body Could never atone Shall sweep over you Blood spills from the mark Each foe I shall kill For each life you stole For every tear she wailed