Friday, March 27, 2015

Story Seed - Duel

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I wait in silence.
Birds take flight into the sky.
The stillness returns.

This deserted place, 
a legacy of the past.
A battlefield again. 

My fate, soon to come.
Am I to perish now,
to keep my honor?

He approaches; Death.
Draped in black, warded in bone.
A sword before him.

A rush of swift wind.
Our swords clash rendering sparks,
and soon; dripping blood.

Weakness stills my heart,
We are both defeated now.
The stillness returns.

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