Short poem, featuring Dylazi.

She walks with an aimless sway, carrying twice her weight in gold going wherever she may

The walls of burning buildings peel like skin crawling over an open wound, victims with empty cadavers hung on rooftops and through streets carelessly strewend

She slathers herself with their gore, promising her travels will continue with the death of more

Their entrails ripped from their bodies, opened by her blade and extracted by her hand, impaled by her fingernails then lashed across the land

She wears intestines like necklaces of blood, staining herself with the sweet perfume of decay, leaving them to terrify the souls for another day

All that she leaves behind, razed from fire in her wake, provides testimony to her love of death and destruction of all life she does take

Her skin folds and wrinkles on her face like pickled leather worn and old, her touch acidic, deadly, macabre and cold

The teeth of her maw forever tinted red and sharpened from the bones of those she first killed, from that day forward controlled to do whatever her possessor so willed