Lace's Curse

Lightning darts across my fingers
They scream delight as now they are free
Hunger for the flesh of its target
Free us use us please destroy
A flick of the wrist and a closed fist
Held tight across my chest
Honing energy calling might
This is the end for you my target
An outstretched hand with fingers extended
Your oblivion awaits within my palm
What else can you really do but run
A release and a sinister snapping sound
Death, he weilds his claw in this art
It's homing burning lit up grandure
It reaches it's mark and grips sweet paralyze
Your amoliation begins as blue light envelopes
Screaming and smoking flesh result
only to be drowned out by my ego
The power that I command within my grasp
I turn and walk away my stranger
Your charred remains fall but catch themselves
"My Master how may I always serve you?"
Charred cooked slavery in its purest form