The killing

Men screamed.
With the swinging of my sword, heads falling.
I had no mercy, I spared no one.
A rage so deep, so cold.
On the prairie or the place where elephants ran rampant, I killed, I pillaged and I raped.
A river of blood followed wherever I go.
But nothing could assuage the hatred of a ghost that still haunted the woods, whispered revenge.
With each killing, my heart died a little...
Until it was emptied.