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Guilty ConscienceGuilty ConscienceGuilty Conscience by oceanserenity
Feet dragged along the soaked ground as heavy, laboured breaths left his mouth. He couldn't see anything in front of him; even the steps were but a blur, focus shifting rapidly, blackness seeming to suck him in. Blood mingled with the puddles of water on the ground. If he had the energy, any energy at all, he would be able to look down at his reflection and notice that he was in a dire state. He didn't cry out, nor whisper for help as pain racked his body, and he took a sharp breath in, crimson red trickling past his mouth. His feet felt like lead. He couldn't walk any further. He was home...but what if Naruto wasn't there? His heart ached, fingers trembling upon the doorknob. One knock. That was all it would take to let him know, but his hand faltered as images of bloodshed and screams of agony pierced his fragile mind. A whimper rose in his throat, and he held himself with his arms around his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers, clothes torn. A light t
SwordSome men carry shields in front of them whenSword by oceanserenity
Kings wage wars
Others carry badges upon their chests
To signify the extent of their pride and pledge
To their enemy.
My Knight carries a mighty sword sheathed against his side
And he stabs and slices with precision
At foolhardy men whose lives are dedicated to the battlefield
Where the ground is tainted with sin and all hope dies.
He fights for himself, his family, and his loved ones;
He fights for me.
Absence leaves promises in its wake
And I whisper his name before I go to sleep
In hopes that I can, one day, become as
Diligent and sacrificial as he.
RoosterProudly among his flock he standsRooster by oceanserenity
While the blue skies pass above his head
And a warning cry bubbles in his throat
As a bird flies where he cannot
For his wings are clipped
But his black eyes see everything
From the grass under his feet
And his hens scratching and pecking
For insects and worms hiding
In the fresh earth
Wet by rain longed for
For far too long.
A sharpened cry rises from his throat
As a new dawn begins
And his beautiful feathers shine
With the golden, summery rays.