When Blood Spilled That Day
The first kill was the saddest. It was the first day of his birth. The Hero knew that day that he would pay for all the sins on earth. The first kill was the worst. He knew it as it happened. His sword went in and stabbed again and all the world became maddened. The first kill would not be the last. Again and again he would have to kill. In the name of peace or revenge at least the blood would always spill. The first kill was suicide. Bound now to that fate. The Hero would fight long into the night but for his soul it would be too late.
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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