The Stained Blade
she weeps with a sword in hand, for soon the hour will chime
hands will turn and a death will come far too early.
dressed in dark robes, they circle around the nude woman
with not but a great sword, ready to cleave the soul
of the damned man she swore to save
now she must shave away his head
to make the one she loved a member of the dead.
tick, tock, tick, tock
time winding down, she mourns the sound.
then the chime, the fall, head severed by fate.
the stained blade clatters on the floor
as a dagger is formed out of the air
committed a deed she cannot bear
with tears in her eyes of blue skies
she rises an arm once more
with a swing and a stab
now more gore.
a naked form topples over,
two bodies bleed
ravenously does the circle feed.
7/14/24
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