air shimmering in the heat
a warrior bleeds from numerous
wounds shallow and deep, stumbles
his opponent's eyes hold a glimmer of blood lust
the warrior lost his footing as he
parried a savage thrust of the sword
the two of them continued their
dance of death, each breath
taken becoming agony
as bodies starved for oxygen
slowly shut down
the warrior dies from his wounds
as his blood was eagerly drank
by the hot, parched sand
his opponents eyes also dim
the light of life quickly fleeing
a stroke of the sword to the neck
no winners
no reason to fight
but hate
Author notes
I wrote this after watching Gladiator for the umpteeth time. (Russell Crowe, mmmmmm)
Written July 27th, 2006
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Darling AM
What potion always turns
against what hearts yearn?
Why do we flee
into heartfelt recited histories.
As our sadness reigns
from thrones of pain,
will we overcome this
and return to bliss.
Smoosh
Janet -
great
hmmm..interesting, very creeping. realy good. thankx for following the rules
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