Blood

The battle had waged for what felt like hours. Blood had coated the field a while ago, dead eyes staring up at the crisp autumn sky. It was spring back home, blossoms already forming on long forgotten stems. The red from the blood paired nicely with the fallen leaves. Men kept charging fiercely towards me, screaming at the top of their lungs. They knew who I was. Knew that they were running to their deaths. But that didn't deter them for a single moment. For President! For Country! For honour! In the name of killing off those who were unknown to them. Straight into the embrace of death himself. Or in this case, herself.

Smiling, I wiped the blood from my cheek and raised my swords. Beautiful katanas that held the names of my loves. Because with every kill that I counted, I was doing it in their names. For every man that I murdered, it was one less man to spill close to home. For the love so carelessly ripped from my embrace. Every drop of blood that fell to the earth, my ode