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 |