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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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
