The Tormented Soul
The turmoil faced is liken to the eagle kidnapped from the nest. I can hear her cries for me.
Lost. Alone. I search, and I see: Ripping and tearing, teeth ravage the little one, as he savors each morsel. The blood cascades down his throat - euphoria hiding the darkness in his soul.
The sun does not shine. The stars do not glimmer. It is evil that strangles his heart. Forgotten by many, his vengence is swift and merciless.
He has taken you from me, and the innocent will suffer.