Ninja Sword
Forest of many kind of trees Fresh Pine Oaks with Icy wind blowing around The endless paths of sorrowfulness dirt roads Thousand of little drops of water falling down As clear liquid fall on the leaves with a thud As boots hit the hard earth Splashing the deep puddles Whispers of the blowing wind Enemy's fall to the muddy land with blood stain skin Smooth thin Warm wooden handles With ice cold hard blades Hitting against the human body with A swift slashing upon the Fainted bitter stinging flesh As red stained metal hits The freezing hard ground Scarce groans and aches Coming from the shooken opponents As they lie dying From the end of the battle
Yomiko Rosie · Tue Mar 29, 2011 @ 01:34am · 1 Comments |