A Life of a Sword by SP
It is dark in my holding cell. Finally after all this time. He is here.
My owner in his shining armor. I am ready to fight. He takes me to the Battlefield.
The armies are ready, I watch the enemy charge. Bang I am thrust into an enemy soldier. Bang it happen again and again and again.
Oh no, my owner is struck in the back. He is dead.
After 3 or 4 hours the battle is won my former owners army is victorious.
Someone else picks me up. And the cycle starts over again and again.
My owners die but I live on forever.
Comments Off
No comments yet.