FlurryOfDancingSnow
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The warrior stabs his last victim with his black sword,
Pulling it out tenderly as the victim falls,
He looks around blankly at the fallen enemy and comrades,
Stepping over bodies, walking to his goal,
His captain said that once he defeated his enemy,
His wish would come true,
It might be feeble and childless,
But that was his hope,
He stared at the mountains of gold,
Its alignment in a neat circle,
He longed to know what was in the middle,
What was waiting for him beyond,
He reached the mountains,
And jumped on the sharp rocks,
Climbing as fast as he could,
Till he reached the top of the mountain and sat,
His wish has came true,
The field in the middle of the mountains were full of wild roses,
Shining an unearthly glow,
Glossing a powerful red,
He smiled to himself,
Feeling happier then he ever has before,
He grabbed his sword and threw it to the field,
Missing the roses,
He smiled wider at his luck,
Of not damaging any of the delicate roses,
They swayed in the wind,
Hitting each other as they went,
Sitting there,
He realized something very important,
He was alone in the world,
Everyone killed each other in a bloody stance,
The roses were his last comrade,
The hope that kept him fighting,
But the roses were fighting too,
They didn’t went to live in harmony,
They were as violent as his enemies,
They looked like everyone,
Beautiful yet homicidal,
They just want kill,
The warrior was scowling,
As he stood up,
He looked at the roses like a menace,
Clutching his fist together,
As his hope was fading,
The roses started exploding,
As things slowly fall apart,
He stands on his mountain of gold and shouts,
“I have conquered the odds,
Now take my one last breath!”
Thanks.
Pulling it out tenderly as the victim falls,
He looks around blankly at the fallen enemy and comrades,
Stepping over bodies, walking to his goal,
His captain said that once he defeated his enemy,
His wish would come true,
It might be feeble and childless,
But that was his hope,
He stared at the mountains of gold,
Its alignment in a neat circle,
He longed to know what was in the middle,
What was waiting for him beyond,
He reached the mountains,
And jumped on the sharp rocks,
Climbing as fast as he could,
Till he reached the top of the mountain and sat,
His wish has came true,
The field in the middle of the mountains were full of wild roses,
Shining an unearthly glow,
Glossing a powerful red,
He smiled to himself,
Feeling happier then he ever has before,
He grabbed his sword and threw it to the field,
Missing the roses,
He smiled wider at his luck,
Of not damaging any of the delicate roses,
They swayed in the wind,
Hitting each other as they went,
Sitting there,
He realized something very important,
He was alone in the world,
Everyone killed each other in a bloody stance,
The roses were his last comrade,
The hope that kept him fighting,
But the roses were fighting too,
They didn’t went to live in harmony,
They were as violent as his enemies,
They looked like everyone,
Beautiful yet homicidal,
They just want kill,
The warrior was scowling,
As he stood up,
He looked at the roses like a menace,
Clutching his fist together,
As his hope was fading,
The roses started exploding,
As things slowly fall apart,
He stands on his mountain of gold and shouts,
“I have conquered the odds,
Now take my one last breath!”
Thanks.