Unfurling, flashing, silvered blades, scything through the field
Green blades stand tall, defiant in the wind
The two sides meet, and part
Green blades scatter, flung through the air
Others bend, supplicating before the might of the glinting blades
A battle lost as the green blades hang in an impossible moment
Falling to the ground, the blades come to rest
The silvered blades march on, devastation in their wake
Author notes
It took me a while, but I was finally happy with the imagery.
Tell me what you think of when you read it.
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Profound
Truely; at present.
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