A/N: This was written for the 'Seven Devils' challenge set by beeabeeon49. I hope you enjoy! Was written quite quickly but please review if you loved it or liked it! The Nargles would appreciate it loads .
There he is,
On the floor,
His soul sleeping peacefully,
In its shell no more,
Who has done it?
This dreadful deed?
A friend? A foe? Who could it be?
No soul is around to tell,
So I walk towards his empty shell,
Is that his face?
I am not sure,
Who lingers, lonely, on this floor,
Scared, I back away again,
And look around for more,
Was that candle there this morning?
Did that cup lie on the floor?
Suddenly something pops out at me,
Lain next to the fireplace:
Something long, silver- a sword! My sword!
Striding over, I pick it up,
It's covered in something- is it muck?
A scarlet splatter, the colour of blood,
Shock washes over me,
As I look back on his body,
I see gash, red and bloody,
My knees fail and I crash to the ground,
Clanging with an unearthly sound,
The sword falls from my weak hand,
And my eyes watch it slowly land,
Is this true? Is my mind playing tricks?
My eyes start to burn and stomach feel sick,
And I know my name,
Gracing the sword,
Will be his deaths claim to fame,
Will anyone believe my word?
No, I tell myself,
Nothing can help me!
Not my friends or my wealth,
There is no solution, no hidden key,
And all I really wonder is,
Can it be undone?