Blackened of Heart
She laid there in my hands, slowly growing colder,
Her crimson blood slowly stained my hands.
Tears pure and clean slowly dripped down my face,
As I slowly rested her onto the ground.
My heart, heavy and full of agony.
As she rested upon the ground I watched,
Watched as her eyes slowly grew more and more cloudy.
I grabbed her hands and pleaded to the Gods to not let her leave me,
But alas the Gods would not grant me a final boon.
My heart, heavy and full of agony.
Her blood slowly entrenched itself into the ground,
Causing the earth to grow crimson red.
Tears of both anger and woe filled my eyes,
As I saw what little life she might have still had left her body.
My heart, heavy and full of agony.
Her sword rest in her hands upon her chest,
Along with a single rose picked from a nearby shrub.
My body shook as I stood above her,
Seeing her cold lifeless body.
My heart, heavy and full of agony.
Up I looked in front of me and saw those who had done this heinous deed,
My hands grew steady as I gripped the handle of my sword.
I unsheathed it from my waist and gave a fierce look at my foes,
I ran at them giving a fierce yell that would send anyone running.
Blackened of Heart.