| In the midst of battle, |
| befallen by shaking hands and sobs, |
| the sword of Ankhara drops to the ground |
| "My hands, so much of my own friends' blood |
| by my own two hands..." |
| And in the midst of battle, |
| a "hero" falls to his knees. |
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| But then the sobs are calmed |
| and the breaking breaks even |
| as his thoughts return to the enemy |
| "Why, it's THEIR fault |
| that I have my friends' blood on my hands!" |
| His eyes grow hard |
| and a snarl opens across his lips. |
| He retrieves his sword from the ground, |
| and mercilessly spills the blood of his enemies. |
Copyright ©2002 Ashi Shadow (12/15/02 Finals Week, Heather)