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Sacrifice

Not a tear spilled as my blood covered the blade;
Her eyes remained locked steadily upon my own.
Silence, the wrap of the graveyard.
The burning ignited my body and still I pressed;
And still her eyes remained unwaveringly on me.
Such a sacrifice is untimely; hard.

Iron filled the air; blood covered the wood floor;
The stained steel glistened as I withdrew it.
Death descended silently; swiftly.
Heavily I choked and seized the blade tighter;
The steel gripped like iron and I thrust hard.
The black spread wide; but how sweetly!

I watched from the shadows of life and waited;
There now trapped in the ethereal corner of life.
There she sat unmoved and still.
Not a single tear stained her gentle face;
She simply took the blade and with a caress
Sacrificed herself and her will.

Author notes

This is inspired by "Patriotism" by Yukio Mishima; where instead of dishonoring his friends or the emperor the main character ritualisticall sacrifices himself and his wife bears witness and then follows.

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  • petalblue2
    November 9
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    Wow, intense write and great story! Thanks for the entry
    K~


  • joliemere
    November 2

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    Wow. Another great write by my fav AP poet. Love the use of the word ethereal. She did not even spill a tear. How sad, yet heroic. I would have been pleading for the love of my life to save himself. How great the call of duty and honor must have been.... Vivid use of imagery


    • Scindr
      November 3
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      Thank you! The honor there was amazing... and she knew what she was to do and followed through unfailingly. Flawless.