As fire consumes all parts of the mind,
Walk through the shadows that hide.
Come alive, take breath,
And release the fury upon all innocent victums.
They stand with false courage,
Barely lifting their swords.
Easily they'll be cut down.
The first round's gone,
But the second one's tougher.
They stand tall, muscles as rocks.
Their hearts are cold,
Feelings non-exsistent.
Give a little more effort,
They're almost gone.
Don't fall yet.
The battle's almost won.
The last sword is driven
In their armour.
They've fallen to their knees,
No more recovery available.
Their rule is finally over.
Author notes
Opt. 1 It's pretty much the soldier thinking to herself through the battle. COaxing herself to win.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice write, very descriptive, and well done on the flow and the vocabulary, excellent write, thanks for entering - Jacen an IndividualEleven.
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