Ghost Andrew Vasquez Forests filled with dragons
Laden with vines
And heathen shrines
Is this me?
Can I call thee cannibal?
Or how about an animal?
Perhaps I am just the demon of vengeance

Sharpening my blade until the night comes
When he is dead and my deed done
But will that be the end?
Or will my blade be my only friend?
Villagers call me ghost
Glowing green eyes
They say
My eyes do glow green
Green with envy
Envy of the living