Evil Kin

I'm hunting ym, darkened kin,
Those who live in shadowy sin,
He is of the race, know as Blood Elves,
Who care for nothing but themselves,
They dont hesitate to injure or kill,
Relying mainly on curses of ill,
He killed my love with a poisoned dart,
Her death struck me through my heart,
So now i hunt him down,
Tracking him silently, creating no sound,
When i find him, i'll stab him straight,
Death, is now his only fate,

poem by Kieran J1996
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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