A single shaft of silver light

guiding the tip, hilt, the black blade

a swift arm ricochets towards me.


Blank metal is skewered, dancing

arrow heads, secured in a bow.

She snakes over the cool marble


to where I lie,

the armour reflecting

cherry blood that seeps throughout


her tears drop down onto

me, searing the pain

I whisper a word, her name


that is forever changed to

mine as I sink into the marble. 


By Vrinda

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