Johnny Angel: Demon For Hire. Chapter 4. Part 2 Of 5. The Blood Witches Of Bavaria. Poem by Shaun Cronick

Twelve Blood Witches down just one to go,
The thrill of the chase makes my heart race.
My powers reveal where the last one hides,
Sentinel Witches protecting what I must face...

Johnny Angel: Demon For Hire. Chapter 4. Part 2 Of 5.
The Blood Witches Of Bavaria.

There she is! As I then use my utmost stealth,
My powers always reading her every vile thought.
As my sharpened talons rip her head clean off,
Then pluck the heart out of this last one caught.

The Runestone's power projects a woodland mirage,
To deceive all humans and keep them all at bay.
But through a demon's eyes I clearly see an entrance,
A furious demon to enter and unleash doomsday.

The thick human blood trail leads to a gaping maw,
The Blood Witches cold, cave, coven's, daunting doorway.
A skull combination hex lock I then easily unpick,
As a black onyx stone rises and I enter for my hunted prey.

I'm armed to my demonic sharpened fanged teeth,
With Dragon's Breath, The Orb and my Keeper.
And two more weapons in my waistband kept in reserve,
I am an unstoppable force, a demonic Reaper.

I seal the entrance behind me. NONE SHALL LEAVE!
NONE SHALL LIVE! Especially Azsalem the Witch Queen.
For she clutches so tightly The Black Runestone,
And for that Azsalem will die a slow death most obscene.

Up ahead in the tunnel I see a faint red glow,
Which widens to reveal a vile vista of pure Hell.
A red glowing crimson cavern with a vast blood lake,
Fed by scores of dying humans, too many to tell.

In which Azsalem's Witches bathe and greedily drink,
While hundreds more Blood Witches levitate above it.
Men women and even children impaled on wooden stakes,
A suffering, cruel, despicable death I will never permit.

Dragon's Breath in one hand my Keeper in the other,
I then scream out a furious deafening demonic roar.
As the endless fire release's all the dying humans,
For of their plight even a demon like me won't ignore.

The Dragon's Breath sheer power unleashed stuns me,
Its protracted white hot searing flame obliterates all.
Then I aim it at the drenched Witches in the blood lake,
As they melt and scream at their deserved downfall.

They'll come at me now! The hundreds levitating,
So I release The Orb from my high hiding place.
It floats off and instantly gets to taste Witch flesh,
A spherical weapon flying through any Witches face...

Continued in Part 3 Of 5.