Nat's Power - Dramatic Monologue - Written over two years ago

While looking for a name I used in one of my stories a long time ago, I came across a few of my works from Freshman Year (God, has it really been two years?). This was an assignment where I had to write out a dramatic monologue for something, I don't remember the instructions. It's a little weird because I remember writing it on a night where I had insomnia. So anyway, Background note: It's about one of the main characters in The Hunted, called Nat. The monologue isn't really in the story but something close is. It's a bit choppy, but it's pretty good for being an old one. I changed nothing from the original way it was written, even though it may not make sense (It truly doesn't anymore).

She lowered the blood stained sword.

Walked across the battlefield

All her wounds already healed.

Her sister, brother, friend all have gone

Ran when she lost control, she couldn't stop

The purple eyes filled with anger, fear, and bloodlust all in one.

She couldn't control the bloodlust and anger

So all she had was fear.

Why must she have this power?

Killed so many at so young

Wisdom beyond her years

Nat knew she used up most of her power

She must get out of this field.

Why can't she remember what happened?

Not remembering her own battle

Not knowing what really happened

Or what she did to her enemies

Dropping her sword

Stumbling across the bodies

She walked into the forest

Away from the blood soaked ground

Trying to find a place to rest 

Before trying to find her friends

This poor little girl with no real family

Her hazel eyes staring at the moon

A willow tree in the woods provides a place

She closed her eyes and slept

Little seven year old Nat

Until her power wakes her up.

Please comment on this post on what you think of my writing style now and how is was when I wrote this.