Sense
I saw my foes, their eyes wide with fear I gave them no quarter Glint of steel, sparks fly A bright crimson river flowing Choking their dying breath And the rain washing it all away
I heard their cries for mercy Their battle cries ring forth The screech of metal against metal The splash as they fall in the mud That final gasp as their life escapes Then silence reigns
I smelled the smoke from the fires The salty smell of sweat But blood flowing, overwhelming Overtaking all else Crimson life Growing cold Rotten and dank
I tasted the rain striking my face Then blood as it sprayed out None my own, for no one could come near The hot, spicy blood of the dying Sweet victory, yet empty somehow Needless slaughter, without reason
And then I felt nothing
The rain poured down, putting out the fires Darkness reigned, covering my sight The slap of mud as I walked The stench of corpses I raised my head and tasted the wet I stopped and looked down at my feet Such a young boy lay there I bent and closed those vacant eyes The bloodlust has been spent And I can only think What Have I Done?
I saw my foes, their eyes wide with fear I gave them no quarter Glint of steel, sparks fly A bright crimson river flowing Choking their dying breath And the rain washing it all away
I heard their cries for mercy Their battle cries ring forth The screech of metal against metal The splash as they fall in the mud That final gasp as their life escapes Then silence reigns
I smelled the smoke from the fires The salty smell of sweat But blood flowing, overwhelming Overtaking all else Crimson life Growing cold Rotten and dank
I tasted the rain striking my face Then blood as it sprayed out None my own, for no one could come near The hot, spicy blood of the dying Sweet victory, yet empty somehow Needless slaughter, without reason
And then I felt nothing
The rain poured down, putting out the fires Darkness reigned, covering my sight The slap of mud as I walked The stench of corpses I raised my head and tasted the wet I stopped and looked down at my feet Such a young boy lay there I bent and closed those vacant eyes The bloodlust has been spent And I can only think What Have I Done?