KnightlyKnightlyKnightly by Xsert
That agonizing feeling of a heart which once was full of hopes and dreams, full of enthusiasm, and full of strength, now being squeezed like a tin can about to be thrown in the flames of inextinguishable fire, burn to ashes, and the enemies preparing for feast to enjoy the torment of him who’s being hunted, the laugh and their smiles never flitting still seizing that moment of savoring that very pain of his.
Then, when light is about to fade from the eyes of his, a flash of last courage extracted from his very pain has gone berserk. Illuminating radiance called a battle cry blinding his enemies with their own fears of what was called a hero. Steeling his soul for the second chance, stealing foes’ spirit leaving them crippled, trembled upon him whose mercy was bestowed on no one anymore.
The hunter being hunted now haunted inside their very core. A new lore casted upon by him who holds the sword, now casts away the lives of those who’re never favored, beheaded
Him -_+The clouds are hovering the skies, and the earth is still at its kin. Yet as a star starts to conceal the twinkles of the others, some starts to stretch to ease the yawning.Him -_+ by Xsert
It is still gray as you look up. And if you listen unto the drops of the chilled water from the moist of a leaf, you'll hear the dawn's harmony for the certain time.
As I can hear my own footsteps on the wilderness, I saw this guy seated on a bench. He's alone in the middle of nothingness. Clothed against the coolness and his eyes are covered with his hair. I merely can't see him for I am 40 degree of him.
The cold wind blew the dried leaves that surround him, yet his feet are stilled and did not even move a little. I stared at him for longer realizing that his in agony longing for someone to rescue him.
The heaven starts crying but the guy still linger. His hair soaked the drops of the rain, until it drops the excess into his cheeks. And as he closes his eyes, flavored drops on his face, blended on of the rain.