Watching The everglowing sun Drop Over the high hills. Peering, Sword in hand. Taken on the world, Unsucessful. This downearted Decaying soul Is unneeded. As the setting sun Beams a red glow On the blood-stained skin, On the blood-stained blade, Into bloodshot eyes. These red orbs Watch Life Dissapear Along with him...
Reason for writing:
I have this facination with medieval times and somewhere in the depths of my being I created this fictitous warrior who was unsucessful in battle and because of so his life ends at sunset.
Birth sign: Aries
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