Leon 55 Report post Posted April 28, 2009 As his sword pierces through the armor I bear, I look at the confines of my memory and swear. The minutes of my life, I wish I could reverse, All the deeds I have commited, these are my curse. His rapier into my breast, and through me does slide A kick from his boot, off his weapon I glide. As my crimson force pools around on the ground, Echoing screams eminate from all around. Across my opponent's face, a crooked smile draws, And within myself, I recognize all my flaws. From my icy grip, my steel blade begins fall, My head does tilt, and black I see, that is all. A last rasping breath, and an expulsion of blood, The cold and numbness, my body it does flood. The clattering of my metal weapon upon the floor, My senses have died, as death appears at my door. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Satsuriku 0 Report post Posted April 29, 2009 hmmm, Leon Sassoon we should call you, great poem, powerful stuff Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
