…Blood On Stone…
It
Burned through him
Red hot venom
Coursing through his
Mind and heart and soul.
It
Twisted through him
Blinding shredding claws
Scouring through his
Sight and sound and smell.
It
Rushed through him
Deep dark loathing
Swirling through his
Dreams and schemes and thoughts.
It
Ruined him
Pretty poisoned love
Brought his
Life to an end
A life
Of hate
Of envy
Of
Bleeding on to stone.
A/N: I love that line, where Ashfur gets all melodramatic and starts yowling about Squirrelflight being blind to his bleeding and pain. Except then he becomes a crazed psycho type and tries to kill a bunch of people.