Blood stains the dirt road of the village,
Bodies lay slain on the ground unchecked,
She looks at everything she has done,
She reminds herself; They deserved it,
They betrayed her and lied,
Worse of all they tried to kill her,
She sets fire to the village and watches it burn,
But the blood of the living still stains her feet and hands,
She watches it burn,
She watches the ashes smolder,
Satisfied she continues on as nothing had happened,
She lives her live with the memories of satisfaction,
After all... they were just humans..
