The final blow
The voice echos in the hall no one echos back
Desperate cries to survive as life leaves his body.
The moonlight greets him as he looks up.
The sounds slowly fade as he gives up.
In a final act he reaches his hand to the sky while the moon shines brighter.
Pleading for one more chance at life.
I stared at the body once more while looking at the moon , motionless it was still warm.
There is still time before the sunrise.
Before my time is up.
The promises I made tossed away
No longer mine to claim.
I can still save him I plead
No he is dead.
Watching as the body twitches I walk closer.
The final blow , one last stab.
The body falls limp one last time as I rise.
The sun comes up the body is gone.
That person was gone.
I was gone.
All that is left is a puddle of blood.
A puddle of the one who fought.
A puddle of the one who died.