Blue expanse stretches above me, feathered creatures cross my vision.
Dark lashes flutter against cheek, eye lids cover the spectacle above me as my
ten long vessels grasp the cold steel lying next to me.

Metal scrapes dirt, bringing the Life-Taker with it.
Gripping the hilt, worn down with use, I sigh.

Armor weighs me down, dragging at my insides that
are now outside, twisted into impossible contortions.
Heavy mail, splintered gauntlets and a cracked helm,
all proof of the residing battle, the-

Blood splatters over my mouth, heaving out of my body from
the force of a wretched cough, the song of a dead man…

The Remains of the clashing of ideals is spread around me.
The final, stubborn pawns dying for nothing, as they
flash their killing intent between them.

The same intent that resides in my broken hand.
The smooth familiarity of its grip gives me a measure of peace;
though the blade itself is covered in red petals,
the flower blooming from my chest, as I have made it spring from others.



A strangled breath tears its way out of my chest.
Iris’s flutter, roaming mindlessly as functions slow
down, caught between the battle of life and the sweet dream of death.

My body goes cold-oh so cold- as pictures flash through shut eyes,
Family, Lovers, Friends.
A single drop of water squeezes out of the cage of my lid,
running down until it becomes nothing.

A little boy, running, crying for his mother.
A youth standing tall next to his father, dwarfed by his presence.
A young man, freshly knighted, beaming at his smiling mother and silent father.
A woman, glancing at the seasoned knight, a promise of a brightened future in her eyes.
A life that could have, should have been, flashing through the mind’s eye, tormenting its owner.









My life escapes me.