Just their presence makes you shiver Wearing masks like demons, on their backs empty quivers……The attack was swift in the heat of the nightWomen and babies killed, not a man left to fightOnce a young scholar Who trained with his Father Young Shitorio with rage....grows hotter……The crimson colored mistFrom the flicks of the wristDeath is slow yet quick No words just risk Life or death Young Shitorio ventsBlood in his eyes, unknown yet tenseWatching…..Slowly they slay….all of what’s leftStill remaining few, with a contrite last breathBattle wounds start leakingHis weak heart still beatingBa-dump Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump Ba-DumpYoung Shitorio on one kneeMouth grim with clenched teethHair ravaged like a heathenHands dirty still bleedingHunger never ceasingFor days without eatingHis bronze skin florescentHis chest jumps desperate.....Ba-dump Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump Ba-DumpOn one knee he is downCatches a breath but now
Huff… huff….
Doesn’t breathe too loud
“I CAN’T GIVE UP NOW…!!!”“I CAN’T GIVE UP NOW…!!!”