[PG] Turned

[Rogue]

Turned is a poem about the night Rogue was first turned.

I'm not afraid
I'm on a hunt
Trying to kill a blood thirsty beast
One with no soul
But with a heart
One I shall drive a stake through
I hold my breath
At the battle soon to come

He comes
A creature of the night

We battle to the death
A dance of death
Exchanging blows
Only to fall

My body screams in pain
My arms wont move
His teeth on my neck
Draining away my life
Turning me into a creature of the night

I try to fight
But I'm to far gone
I try to will it all away
Only to die
Only to be turned

[faith]

Cool!

[Rogue]