Midnight’s Reaver

She etched her sigils

inked her intent

into flayed skin

spread before

burning hatred

reaches through her soul.

Scorching her feet to the earth.

Trembling at the violence

swelling to consume

she loses herself in the tidal wave

allowing it to break open

to cascade

a bruised violet

enveloping her.

Mouth wrenched open

soundless howl

drawing unto her

the power

the might

of crackling energy

for she dares to fight.

©July 9/22

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