I stand here
In the middle of an open meadow
Looking up at the night sky
Watching as the clouds pass over the full moon
Bodies lay at my feet
Blood is splattered over their once beautiful faces
Men,women,and children fell to their deaths by my blade
And yet why do I feel as if a part of me is gone forever?
Why do I feel like I'm missing a part of me?
I look at the bodies of the people who lay dead at my feet
I have once come to know and recognize their faces
Once proud and loving faces
Are now pain-filled and accusing stares
I look at the blade I hold in my right hand
It's covered in blood
Their blood
Yet it still shines as if it were just polished
I look up at the night sky again
This time I can't help but cry out to the heavens above
I cry for all the lost happiness I could have had
I cry for the ones I lost to my own blade
I cry against the fate I have carried out for myself
I fall to my knees and cry
Tears that I never thought I had
Fall like raging rivers down my face