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Tears on my Katana
The rain beats on me
and pours down onto my scared body
cleaning my wounds and washing my soul
falling down onto my sword and cleaning the blood and dead souls
the battle for my princess is over
yet the war has just begun
like the pearl I once gave her, my sword is finally a pure silver white
the rain then fills a river, the river I sat with her nearby before the battle
pouring onto the shore is the sins and blood of the people who died for her
I died for her too, I died inside
The rain reminds me why
I died because she too died along with me
she died inside with her family in me
when she wished me good bye and good luck
her tears hit the floor, along with the blood I shed for her
kindof like the blood, tears and rain that drips off of my katana
as I walk from the battlefield to fight in the war in this damned rain
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Comments
Alexiel Krahe Says:
Hmmm. It has quite a few problems, like the repeating usage of the same words, and narrative errors. But it has a potential- I think the image you're creating is powerful.
luckykittymini Says:
This is really good...