Victoms Peace

Start the fire he will be amongst us any second The monk shouted to his desciple As the young man was trying to start the fire A blow came about his head stunned he fell over The last thing he saw was a dark hooded being The axe of the being was headed for the young mans head During the downfall of the axe that was surely to kill the young man His life began playing back to him in slow motion He would see all the ones he loved throughout his time His father would make appearances as if he was living his days out again The same mistakes were made, the same choices were made The bad times, the good times, his heart pounded with exitement His soul was lifted as he could relive every moment he chose He would be content to realize that the decisions he made would be wise None of them he would change, as it shaped him It shaped his heart, and mind As he awoke from this reliving of his life The cold steel blade entered his neck He felt it pierce his skin open, then his veins Through the spine and out his back of the neck He was dead...... As his head rolled on the floor it stopped by the same fireplace The same fireplace that he gave life to In turn one life stopped, another started As the light was shimmering upon his reflection The dark hooded individual limped over to see his kill Instead of fear in the young mans eyes and a look of horror There was a place of peace and a smile across his face As he knew he had lived his life to the most Enraged the dark hooded man could not understand why Disgusted he used the same blade that instilled wisdom and eternal rest on his victom And turned it on his wrists..... Blood spilled out and onto the stony cave As the killers eyes were shutting down his heart skipped a beat He saw his victoms smile turn upside down as tears strolled down his cheek That was the last the murderer saw of his victom who was no longer at peace