The Prodigal

Returning to memory, returning to ghosts Fled once an outcast now returned with wrath They flee in terror, they know his face They die in horror, screaming their last words Conquest is never so sweet as when you hate the ones you crush He lined them up and killed them with his bare hands Awash in blood he took their skulls for his trophies So he would never be far from home again On that night, in that small town In the shadows, hidden from eyes Fulfilling ancient whispers in the dark Lay in wait the key to prides undoing For it was told so long ago of his rising And a trap was laid for when he would return And on that fateful night, when he brought slaughter The ancient trap was sprung, and the vampire was burned Never saw it coming The blast that killed The forge roar drowned out the screams And so died the prodigal And so burned the town Laid to ash and cinder and wandering ghosts