My son is dead
I watch the battle rage on, but I do nothing. I saw my son fall and die. He was killed by the King of Mirkwood. My son had tried to kill the King's son. He succeeded in only killing some of the King, but injuring the King's son badly. I hear something happening in the castle. Guards are ambushing my Men out of the castle. I still do nothing. I see the King holding his son in his arms and there are many Guards protecting them. He will pay for this! He will pay for killing my son! He will experience the pain of loosing his son. I smile at the thought. I vow revenge for my dead son.
My son was the only child I have...had...and I love...loved him dearly. I still watch the battle go on. Elves and Men fall as they are struck dead. The King holding his son. The King's son is covered in blood, even as the rain pours like bullets from the sky. The King, as he holds his son, is covered in blood also. The blood of his son. I feel the rain pouring onto my existence and I ignore the coldness of the wet bullets. I still watch the King and Prince. He whispers to his son, although his son appears not to register the words. He will know how I feel soon the King will and he won't like it at all. When I die I'll see my son again, but he will have to live without his forever! I still can't believe my son is dead.
(A/N: SOOO SHORT! Sorry!)
I watch the battle rage on, but I do nothing. I saw my son fall and die. He was killed by the King of Mirkwood. My son had tried to kill the King's son. He succeeded in only killing some of the King, but injuring the King's son badly. I hear something happening in the castle. Guards are ambushing my Men out of the castle. I still do nothing. I see the King holding his son in his arms and there are many Guards protecting them. He will pay for this! He will pay for killing my son! He will experience the pain of loosing his son. I smile at the thought. I vow revenge for my dead son.
My son was the only child I have...had...and I love...loved him dearly. I still watch the battle go on. Elves and Men fall as they are struck dead. The King holding his son. The King's son is covered in blood, even as the rain pours like bullets from the sky. The King, as he holds his son, is covered in blood also. The blood of his son. I feel the rain pouring onto my existence and I ignore the coldness of the wet bullets. I still watch the King and Prince. He whispers to his son, although his son appears not to register the words. He will know how I feel soon the King will and he won't like it at all. When I die I'll see my son again, but he will have to live without his forever! I still can't believe my son is dead.
(A/N: SOOO SHORT! Sorry!)