Awaiting the Flood

The once lush forest burns all around me.
The creatures within it have all died, by flame or by sword.
Nothing that once was alive remains… except for me.
I did not wish this to occur; but decided it was, by the horde.

My enemies shall always be those that wish to kill me.
Sentient or otherwise, none shall dare to strike me down,
Natural or otherwise, they won’t be able to harm me.
Rocks and water shall not stop me, nor flesh that on this planet be found.

With the blade in my left hand, and another in my right,
The armor blackened by smoke and soot,
None that breathed had a chance in this fight.
All were crushed, battered and broken, beneath my foot.

Now alone I breath in the destruction and death,
Reveling in the sweet taste of fallen blood,
Reaching a high more potent and beautiful than meth,
Awaiting the next battle, with soldiers as thick as a flood.