A Depth To My Screams
-by F and F
Disclaimer: Don't own King Arthur or Lancelot, as much as I wish I did...
Author's Note: Took your advice Kal. Hopefully it is improved enough to get more reviews. It is somewhat strange, at that. At any rate, this is a short and sweet oneshot. Please review...please?
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A faint screaming in the distance. It takes me a moment to realize it is my own screams. Pain racks my body and I scream again. I scream because of the fire racing through my veins. I scream because of the thought of you. I scream because I know I will never have you. My screams are for the men and women killed in battle, for my country. The sight of my blood rushing through the hole in my belly, the sight of my blood on your sword, causes me to scream again. This time, my scream is a scream of hope, hope for peace. You smile because you think you've killed an enemy, you think my screams are screams of pain.
I scream at myself for loving you, but I smile because it was you that killed me.
When I die, my screams echo over the battlefield, heard by some, but unheard by others.