Out For Blood Poem by Benoni Chortle

Sweat, blood, and tears
It’s war on the board
Threats, nightmares, manifested fears
You will die by the sword
I’m out for blood

You sit across me with your arms in a fold
We shook hands, the battle is on
To triumph one’s heart must be cold
I’m gonna teach you a lesson, so listen son
I’m out for blood

I’m gonna punish every move you make
All your decisions will be full of regret
For every single piece you take
Your end is near, your grave is ready and set
I’m out for blood

The battle of two minds
One can’t simply fathom
I’ll end you in this grind
Like a thief or a phantom
I’m out for blood

I am superior
I’ll make sure you know it
I’ll crush your interior
And destroy you how I see fit
I’m out for blood

The battle is over
You’ve resigned
I’ve shown you my power
I’ve taken what’s mine
I’m out for blood

It begins again
A new encounter
This war has no end
I still thirst and hunger
I’m out for blood