Fighting isnt easy nor Intended..

All hope and confidence is at, what i'd like to term as the lowest 'That Has Been seen'.
With 2 battles of this war over, each time outdone by a swift and deft enemy, one kneels...

in fatigue
in despair
and in atrocious anger towards oneslef...

The blood streaming down the face quenching the thirsty sand below.
In front of me is a familiar frail man. Pale and gaunt. Adorned in hideous black rags outdoing the ravens that cringe around him.

He's hopping mad today. Angry. "Am i to bear a coward??? a loser?!!! not even in your wildest nightmares!! go win me some battles, decorated men are easy, more honor than a burden to bear. "


forsaken by death
forsaken by time,

In this twilight, this melancholy silence and darkness that envelopes me.
I have a faint feeling this madman has a hidden agenda to bear me away half smiling in my moment of victory, depriving me of the sweet succor of revenge. Probably my saving grace from stooping too low in battle.

Being human, one ages easily, tires too soon and grows weary of the humdrum conundrum of the world's meaningless ways.
My sword notched lies on my elbow as I address her.

For, today she has been my boon and my bane. Wrought heavy and keen, to cleave in half any foe that might fall her way. Yet much of a burden to wield, when I'm fatigued,overwhelmed or weary in battle.

It is not in my lot or power to blame her; for she's never failed me.

I have..

This strange acceptance of a transient truth makes me wonder..

when it might be?
when it might be?!,
as we flow as one,
in rivers of blood;
among mounds of foe dead..

when it might be?
when shall she rest,
her heart close to mine
never beating
cold,laid in final rest.

when it might be?
for one last time
we stride together
me, my sword,into battle.
victorious.

when shall it finally be?
when in mine power
cold steel, she ceases to be?
my flower ,
borne of hearts passion....


----------------
Now playing: Yoshikazu Takayama - Senran