The shards of glass glitter in the gloom,
The only source of light in the room.
My cloak fills the air with the scent of blood,
But it's nothing compared to that flood.
The water roars with screaming souls,
And yet, still, the tsunami rolls.
The bodies still remain where they lay,
Ling'ring in the same phase of decay.
The sirens still sing a haunted tune,
The blood's reflections shimmer in the moon.
On that cruel day, many people died,
And about that fact, the government lied.
They hid the stories of people who fought,
Made everyone believe it was all for naught.
On that day, while I saw people die
I admit, I was not one to cry.
I celebrated this wonderful victory,
For to me the cause was no mystery.
I am the Blood Witch who pulled out those vials,
I am the Blood Witch with all of those denials.
I borrowed their blood for my perfect potion,
I borrowed their blood to end the commotion.
I am not a villain,
I am not a devil.
I am a Blood Witch
And I am a hero.