Oh little Generaless

Precision

Here I am
At the midnight hour.
The blood on this knife,
fills me with power.

A wondering soul
as it passes the gates,
is suddenly snatched
by the one who waits.

They must be collected,
every last one.
Oh little Generaless,
It has almost begun.

You may have felt a shiver,
running down your spine.
It is merely a collection of souls,
of which I shall combine.

They told you to look toward the shadows,
but you they have deceived.
I have told you multiple times,
they are not to be believed.

You have been foolish,
thinking you can win...
Oh little Generaless,
you do make me grin.