A ronin poem.
Power
By Amaya Night Rain
Power,
It courses through my veins,
It clouds my vision, I cannot see,
Images, flashes, of another time, another place,
They pass before my eyes,
Screams filled with pain and agony reach my ears,
Tears roll down my face, I plead for it to stop,
But the agony continues,
My voice joins in the chaos,
Screams that chill to the bone…
Silence, strange unnatural silence,
The screams are gone, the images dissolve,
the power slowly weakens,
I'm left in darkness, surrounded in quiet…
The screams were so much better…