Crimson Moon
Did it matter, a soldier
civilian, old or youthful?
I did not care whom it was,
I've killed the best they fielded,
and made the sky rain crimson
with blood. He was a rival
in countless senses, slaying
those I call compatriots,
protecting those I'd slaughter.
He was a loyalist. A
predator's grin lit his face,
for I was of the rebels.
The sparks of steel flashed beneath
the scarred moonlight, two threads of
lives to be cut by Fate's edges
as two souls struggled against
each other's strength. Silence broke
the furious exchange of
blades that sought to taste the life
of the other and scatter
it to the wind of a night's
sky. I know not the outcome,
for it was not meant to end
on that moonlit dark, when the
wolves of azure dress arrived.
I stayed not, my welcome was
not given unto me. But
still the victory was mine,
and with it I forged a new
Era. Decade passes, the
Wolf howls once again at me.