"I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Till there's nothing left inside my soul
As empty as that beating drum
But the sound has just begun."

"No one knows the true extent of waiting, the slow sickening slide of hours, the knowledge that what comes next will decide everything. The seconds tick away leaving a trail as gruesome and as crucial as blood flowing from severed veins. With every beat of the hands I can feel it build within me, as insistent as the beat of a war drum. Adrenaline builds, sounds quicken, darkness will fall. And this time we know. Something is out there. Among the dandelions phantom images fight out the past battle. They flicker as they fade in and out of existence. Slowly the battles of my past appear, blending so tightly to the hills that they cannot be torn apart. Red seeps deep into the soil branching up into every living thing crawling like veins. The fog swirls around, drawn to my skin cloaking me in shadow. The insistent buzz of flies climbs upward. I've waited years for a fight like this. I'm ready. "

"I can hear this beat it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder"

The doe was not disappointed. The creatures came in waves, burned blacked husks made from brittle wood, razor filled maws. Weak as they looked they leveled to ground, bursting in to licking fire and smothering ash. Deer whirled around her in a dance of death. 40 or so against thousands, odds stacked higher than the skies. The beat of Lilith's heart filled her head. Back home she had carved a a hole for herself, her reputation did not lie. They had feared her with all that they had. Back then they called her a different name.
They had called her The Wall.

"There's a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you're around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an almighty sound"

The huge doe became what she'd once been long ago. A clamor of prayers filled the air meshing with the sounds of battle. Thousands of far off voices implored, begged, threatened and screamed. Mist pulled around the hurling form. It swallowed the monsters whole lifting to show broken and bloody bodies. Flies rose to defend their mistress swarming into biting clouds. Clouds of ash and ember clogged her throat as they exploded and died. Red flashed across her vision until it was all she could see. Hooves plunged fatally into sides, antler tines pushed through eye sockets, rock hard teeth severed arteries and pulled out throats. Red eyes burned like infernos. Lilith towered above them all, her weight laid waste to those beneath her. A wordless roar poured form her lips. None got passed her. There was a reason she was called the wall.

"Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell"

Fawns fought among them using their small frames to slash unprotected bellies. The residents of the forest would not leave. This fight belonged to them, this was their home and no one was going to take it. The only reason she fought was because she wished it. Lilith did not know the reason of this nor did she care. In this moment the fight was all that mattered. Rips in her hide bleed forth, burns encircled her belly and claws dug deep. Blood stained the blue fur obscuring it with rust. The heat of the fires crept inside of her. Lilith's chest burned, compressing her lungs making her fight for air. Yet with all the others she fought on.

"There's a drumming noise inside my head
That throws me to the ground"

When victory came it would be hard won and sweet.