Spoken of Khan

Darkness stains your heart, your soul craves the shadows of nothing, why is this. Your blood boils at the stain of evil and your blade begins to rise from the earth. You wish to cut down the evil that breeds in this land and so you shall until hell forfeits in attack. Yet your hurt aches but, not becuase of the mercy you've refused to show, you ache for another Someone you failed, someone dear yet you continue to hunt and destroy no matter the cost The hunt numbs the pain and so your enemies pray to be saved, but they will fall of deaf ears. For until that one returns, you will continue to cut them down until peace returns..