18 | The Sunset

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The man, stood before you
Or was he a mountain?

Armor of a samurai, red
Like the blood, seeping from your wounds

Your blades clash, the sound
Like a hammer on an anvil

It's like music, the clash of steel
Shouts of exasperation, a melody

His blade, reflecting heavenly light
Your blood, still wet on it's edge

It's nearly as tall as you
Yet somehow you still stand

Another clash, your will slipping
How many more can you take?

You see nothing but the flash of steel
As the music comes to an end

A sting, like a thorn
Only much worse

The red, streaming across your chest
Like a bottle of spilled ink

Grasping, the last strands of life
Your hand reaches toward the sunset

It really is beautiful
The way the orange glow streaks across the sky

'You Died'
'Continue?'

-1/6/21

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