killing fields

[Shogun_Assassin]

running at me full force
a figure with killing blade
makes a pass

anger seeping from the eyes
ground thunders beneath feet

sweat touches lip
steam left behind the thrust
his life liquids drip

deadly metal exits
still cutting organs like butter

victory winds pick up
there is no celebration
except flinging his blood off my blade

[shaba]

You sure live up to you screen name.

[interval_illusion]

i like.

[Shogun_Assassin]

Bizump

[osiris]

The Work of the Sword on the Plane of Illusion is ever the Joy of the Strong. There is but one stipulation: Go Down Fighting, and Die with the Honor with which you have Lived, whether you fall at the hands of a mortal enemy, or into the inevitable clutches of Death Herself.

:)