FicWad

I stand, and with my weapon at ready,
My nerves are so shaken yet I remain steady.
You walk so lightly and graceful,
My thoughts of you are tasteful.
But i need to do what's needed,
I follow closely defeated.

I touch you shoulder, and you turn,
Blood splatters my face, and my stomach churns.
A tear falls from your eye,
Falling forward you die.
I cry as you fight the pain of hate,
The blood erupts, as does your fate.

A new Sun is Rising, Brightly light and warm,
I move away and you tightly grip my arm.
You quiver the words "As I lay here dieing,"
I reply a last phrase "I spend tomorrow Lying."
I run from the blood filled scene,
I can't Help But feel utterly Clean.