- The Scream Of Victory -
And the fires beneath the sand storms raged as if the sky were its wick. Across the battlefield, my eyes lay sight upon one single soldier, one single speck among the masses of bodies being flung into battle. I aimed to kill that ingle soldier. Across the field, my horse, she galloped, her strong legs trampling the many demons and apocalyptics to fall within her path. Even after my body had entered the gorge, into the flames, under the sandstorms, my mind, as did my horse, know exactly where our target stood. He would continue fighting, unhindered by enemies so great as the king himself, because it was my destiny to behead this single pimple, this single roach upon the face of the marred grasslands, underneath the fiery that was called sandstorms. My sword tasted the blood of many, but still thirst for the pumping, coursing, streaming blood from the man across the field. Finally, he stood. Looking at me with amber eyes, smiling at me through rotting teeth. I could taste the scream he let out, the sword piercing flesh, the stead crumbling, the silent death of my self, his sword buried deep into my chest, his scream still ringing in my ear. The scream of victory.
Yeah, it's pretty random. Don't know weather it's a poem, or a pro. You decide. Not my favorite of my own works. Constructive criticism is asked...
JediKirby
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Epic: Episode I TC, Epic: Podracing Mod MP/SP, Epic: Starbattles Mod MP/SP
And the fires beneath the sand storms raged as if the sky were its wick. Across the battlefield, my eyes lay sight upon one single soldier, one single speck among the masses of bodies being flung into battle. I aimed to kill that ingle soldier. Across the field, my horse, she galloped, her strong legs trampling the many demons and apocalyptics to fall within her path. Even after my body had entered the gorge, into the flames, under the sandstorms, my mind, as did my horse, know exactly where our target stood. He would continue fighting, unhindered by enemies so great as the king himself, because it was my destiny to behead this single pimple, this single roach upon the face of the marred grasslands, underneath the fiery that was called sandstorms. My sword tasted the blood of many, but still thirst for the pumping, coursing, streaming blood from the man across the field. Finally, he stood. Looking at me with amber eyes, smiling at me through rotting teeth. I could taste the scream he let out, the sword piercing flesh, the stead crumbling, the silent death of my self, his sword buried deep into my chest, his scream still ringing in my ear. The scream of victory.
Yeah, it's pretty random. Don't know weather it's a poem, or a pro. You decide. Not my favorite of my own works. Constructive criticism is asked...
JediKirby
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Epic: Episode I TC, Epic: Podracing Mod MP/SP, Epic: Starbattles Mod MP/SP
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