The moon appears red
As if it knows that itís time for redemption.
My eyes sharpen and become focused.
The animals leave at my wake.
Growling at my presence,
Knowing the rivers will redden.
A secluded spot appears and I quickly take to it.
My katana has proven its worth.
Now it decides, but one, last factor,
The slight line between life and eternal damnation.
The people come and watch this stranger.
I know what has happened,
But do they?
The artillery release their gunfire on me.
They slowly destroy me,
Yet I do not feel pain.
The spectators wonder this.
I laugh at their ignorance.
One approaches me and truly understands.
That person realizes what I have done.
My bloodied blade and gashes in my kimono.
A smirk forms on their face and they quickly say one thing.
ďHope that your soul is saved for you undoubtedly burn in hell.Ē
With that simple line, I awake to an ever-lasting darkness.
These are my consequences for the deeds done long ago.
This is a favor for someone, so please don't kill me over it.
Edited by NerfMonkey, 18 June 2005 - 10:53 PM.