Hostility

At the sight of her my heart started to race while my hair stood on end,
A Young and dreadful girl was spreading terror across the old, filthy streets.
She was hungry for death, only unburried bones were left.
She killed and she murdered while she drank from the cup of grief.

I heard a violent knock on my old wooden door,
She stood there with a coffin, laughing at my sight
She ran away and I heard a sudden bang.
My house was on fire and I was lying on the icy cold ground.

All she drank was the soldier’s trickling blood,
The sound of rattling rifles warmed her heart.
She fulfilled the world with apathy.
War was her name and death was her distinctive sign.