Death before dishonour


easypoem @
December 7, 2012

The poor girl leaked life, as his Sword was thrust upon his chest,
Shadows shot and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a sparrow, as the bones rotted here,
Yet souls were struck, and destroyed as if they were nothing more then broken mind.

--- easypoem ---

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