Try harder,
You pathetic weakling.
Thy taskmaster has returned.
The time for frailty is over,
Your training shall now resume.
Rip your heart from your chest,
Thrust it towards the heavens –
Cursing the names,
Of a dozen dead gods.
Leylines of memory –
Held in predator wiles.
Keep what you kill,
Stealing breath after breath.
Leaving carcasses in your wake,
A hundred bloodied corpses.
Come unto ecstasy,
Thrown to frenzy at the sight of gore.
Shaking thyself apart.
We must build you up from nothing,
From the broken pieces you once were.
A long time ago.
