Blood Junkie
Look out, look out! I'm on a murd'rus rage.
Don't get to close or else you'll feel my blades.
More prey for Dakkru once I kill this mage.
The satisfaction never ever fades.
A menki here and there a nolthrir lie.
Up next a kran; I want to see his guts.
I'll kill until the bodies reach the sky.
Again in jail? Don't understand the fuss.
Toplanders laws, they never can agree,
on where and when and why an action's right.
My Evil Twin did off that Mister T;
she's not in jail, though killed him in plain sight!
Yes bloodshed's fun and death not permanent.
I'll stab some more because I'm so hell-bent.
Who is Miomai
The passion in her heart once burned so strong.
A thrill of murd'ring fueled her inner fire.
But all she was had quickly left and gone.
Miomai lost all that she had desired.
A fenki's windsong soothed her anger out.
The melody took hold and calmed her mind,
but left Miomai in a state of doubt.
If she an or'nge, now nothing but the rind.
The time was ripe to show her what she'd done:
Not all who die may come to live again,
That parents mourn the passing of their son,
And killing's evil, not some triv'al game.
A priestess did bring out her final change.
That passion's gone and now she's merely strange.
