the warrior
sat on the blood stained earth
a sickly sweet stench of death hung still in the air around him
in the dim light he stared in silence
breathless
as if the air had been violently sucked from his lungs
his stomach was hard and empty
he was numb
he was a stone
his bronze sun-touched skin was drenched with battlefield dust
sweat poured to the ground in an anxious crawl
his bloodied sword lay at his side
he lacked strength and desire to pick it back up again
the sun was blackened by a dark haze that rose from the ruthless battle
men lay slain all around him
death lay all around him
their lives and their souls lost forever
this is war
and this man
it's prisoner
the warrior
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