Blood Stained Sacrifice

it is mostly about the last worrier who ends his life because he finds no reason to life anymore

As the moon rises

It shows of crimson red

 

Blood of great worriers

spilt on the now blood staind ground

 

In the middle of this battle ground

there stands a single soul

 

As the moonlight shows red on his face

a tear of blood rolls down his cheek.

 

A worrier that stands alone

Blood of old crusted on his blade;

as new blood drips to the ground

 

He fought a fight that has no more meaning

He fought a war that lost hope.

 

"Why am I alive?"

he asks himself

"Every thing I dreamed and hoped for is gone."

 

Blood slowly drips from his neck

His body becomes cold

As his body hitts the ground

the moon turns black

saddend by the last worriers death.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. I would really like your opinions.
Thanks

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

this is such a great poem, so vivid, and morpheus,
xx mishel

[Adela Muresan]

Wow. Very very nice.
The quiet sadness and desperation flows into it, matching the night ambient perfectly.

A.M.

[Servant Ties]

I love it eh epitomeh of teh awesomeness!!!!! ^.^

[A Lost Man Found]

I like it. A Lot. I mean A Lot, A Lot. you should seriously consider reading my poem Sweet Tasting Poison.

[Legion]

Okay, the poem isn't too bad, but I am wondering if you meant "warrior" instead of "worrier"? If not then it is a different twist.