Tag: Death

Death and the Knight

Death sheathed his sword.

Its worn grip formed perfectly to his hand. Rainwater washed pools of dark blood and broken teeth across the stony ground, while crows picked flesh from fresh corpses.

A Little Death

Blood’s fever raids my mind,
chains my will; and raging
unrestrained, my body
grasps control of yours and
yields us to the wilding
whirlwind rushing our skin.

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