It was time..
Each atom in the universe
began to cease its movement
As light left these bygone eyes

Or was it not what this had been
what we were brought to live for?

Trails of bravery
Began to stain the myrrh of this earth
No..

It was not of bravery..

It was a mark of joy,
sorrow,
hope,
and despair..

.. All that is left
In the traces of life
Not even the purest form of life
would be able to comprehend

Air was silent
Wind was loud
Like symphony of spring
Autumn, too, wants to sing

As the leaves fall,
the ants sing
As the gate was open
bravado falls

Not even the strongest knight
could keep all the blood within
No..

Not after a tool he thought friend
swerved and used against him
and it tore
and it tore
and it tore..

Leaving the grass
Showering in red rain

And it slashed
and it slashed
and it slashed..

Leaving no mercy behind..

Not that it was asked..
Who cares?
You fought for the greater good anyways?

Flesh,
was merely a toy for the angry
And bones,
were merely instruments
for the meek

And as the heart grew weary
breath faltered
And as the knees kissed the holy earth
A knight fell..

.. in the name of honor

As he rot
and he rot
and he

Rot




































Mother,
have I made you proud?







































Father,
have I finally made you happy?










































Anyone there?























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I'm alone..































It's dark..

































I feel..



















.. Cold..


























I'm scared





























I'm scared





































Somebody..
Hold me tight..




























Tell me
Everything will be okay..















































Please?


































































I can't see..




























Help me



























Somebody































Anybody..





































HELLO????!!















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I'm scared


































I'm scared..













































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Rain fell in a hazy morning
As mourners mourned
on the grave of heroes

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Here lies Clifton, son of Ryfe
May he rest in peace





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© altairsolaris
Challenge with @AquilaTarazed
Day 8: Ache

P.S.
Character is made up, none of this is true story.