My thoughts and movements
Sporadic motions? Or justified rulings?
With my wooden blade I cleanse the evils heart.
By one swipe I spread the justice that had never been there.
Slowly drawing my sword to the correct position
Steadying my stature and then striking.
Calm now I return that blade.
My enemy has fallen now
I stand alone on the battle field, alone?
Now another apposer steps up draws the line.
His movements are sporadic as mine were and ever more so.
Cloaked in black cloths hung loosely on him,
Wielding a massive weapon he swipes.
Cut down by its caustic wave.
I lay upon the dirt, still torn
Hands reaching for the fallen sword,
With in grasp now, I begin to rise and defend.
In two movements the battle had begun and in three it's gone.
He lay in tears of pain and I in lament of him.
Quiet now the battle is over and short,
I leave the field to find losses.
The life I had is now gone.
My kin and village are left to darkness.
The heart of evil is now afoot and attacking.
My mind and