To an end

He stood still as a rock. His eyes burnt red with fury and blind anger. In his hands, an instrument of death; In his heart, a burning desire; And before him upon the ground, a trembling foe.

"Mercy! Mercy!" The coward cried.

Those words fell upon deaf ears. Madness had blinded him. A cold insatiable thirst coursed through him.

Blood for blood. Revenge for the fallen. Payment fo the destruction. That was all he wanted from them: From the enemy.

He could smell it. The salty stench of sweat and fear. The taste of revenge Sweet, sweet revenge.

A soft click. A bright flash. His ears rang. And then there was silence.

The deed had been done; But to what end?