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Colorless, gray, foggy world
Flattened, stagnated,
Sharpened only by conflict
Battle, war, enemy, kill
Joy
Sun shines cold
Blinding
Flares on the sword
(like the screams,
That final glory)
Twined twisted twins of steel
Circling each other
Hunter circling prey
Meaning is only found on the blade’s edge
Laughter
Shapes, voices, gray on gray
“…enemy” the mask whispers
No – enemy implied threat
“Sheep” the mask laughs
Black blood splashes across gray tabards
White skin, steel blades
Black black black and wet and still
Silver triangles stained torn tattered still
Baahhhhhhhh. Sheep. Not even worth waking up
Flash of movement, tang of surprise
Hands, *warm* hands grasping the mask
Flash of light
Screaming a name, pulling, prying, praying
Enemy!
Sword sings swings dances deadly grace
Goodnight kiss, warm hand, lovely enemy, break in the routine...!
Stop.
Splash.
Brilliant crimson, warmth on his face.
Mask silent shattered still in her hands.
Glowing triangle...
Her hands
Her.
Hands.
Color.
Warmth.
What
red
All red
Her. red.