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Cold Hearted Soldier
So swift and silent
liquid metal swirls
with the crimson stain
as a black wing unfurls
soon nothing will remain
eyes flickering brightly
watching him as he dies
he laughs at the male softly
there is no need to ask why
Something stirs within him
looking down at the one he had slain
coming down with the blade swiftly
to only ease the searing pain
He walks away without a sound
leaving behind the dead
the one wing twitches briefly
as he slowly shakes his head
Created to destroy
he seems without imperfection
standing as still as stone
without love or affection
He wanders silenly and alone
this is what he was taught
born to be a soldier, to fight
He sheathes his sword once again
and disappears into the night.
He may be different
a shadow without fear
without second thoughts or remorse
he can cry no frozen tear
he's not tied down by force
any that oppose him
are quickly swept away
for their fighting styles to him
are nothing more than child's play
 Sin of fallen angels · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 03:28am · 0 Comments |
