Darkness washes
the concrete jungle.
A zealot, furious
over extreme debauchery,
has no choice in
his mind other than
to unsheathe his sword
and chastize the land.
The first person to die
he found upon the street.
The evil one was wry
to the zealot's attack
but soon realized that
there was a sword in his back.
Coughing up blood he
fell backwards and away
"hey, man, i was only
joking... i never meant harm."
said the kid, now missing an arm.
He ran throughout the night
slaughtering those slaves to sin.
A knight engaged in the fight
Garunteeing himself to win.
Author notes
mheh... it's a start... i'll probably write more to it.
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