The Bloodwrath
This poem illustrates the horrific results of a Badger Lord who becomes afflicted with the Bloodwrath.
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The Bloodwrath
By
Foxpiper
Crimson mist shrouded the Badger Lord's eyes,
Guttural growls emanated from deep within;
Raising his sword toward somber skies,
A brutal bloodbath was about to begin.
Charging towards vermin with a hellish roar,
His blade sliced into fur and flesh with ease;
Through battered bones and ligaments he tore,
Spreading fear throughout all like a deadly disease.
Blood fell like rain amongst the slaughter,
For foebeasts' bodies the badger did sever;
No vermin could evade the maniacal marauder,
Thus sealing their miserable fates forever.
No battling creature was left unscathed,
Endless entrails covered the blood-stained grounds;
Twas the work of the demented and depraved,
Sated by screams and other horrific sounds.
The Badger Lord surveyed what he had done,
Sheathing his sword as a final gesture;
Trudging over those whose lives were now gone,
Left only to rot, decay, and fester.
Badgers can never escape the Bloodwrath's will,
Plunging them into inevitable insanity;
Thus driven to maim, mutilate, and kill,
Leaving them devoid of all humanity.