The Spoils of War

5 0 0
                                    

Two blades clash in battle

Strikes so hard, the earth rattles

Why they do this they have forgot

All they know is that they won't stop


Spear and sword struck back and forth

While icy winds blow from the north

One struck his enemy on the head

His enemy went down and the snow turned red


He stepped forward to claim a prize

He took the helm and to his surprise

It was his friend lying on the ground

Lifeless eyes and not making a sound


He cried and apologised for this terrible fate

But it didn't matter, it was too late

So he took his spear , threw it high

It came back and went through his eye


A day has passed after the war

A traveller passed by and and saw them from afar

The two friends and said to himself,

"Their heads will look good on my shelf"

Twisted MindsWhere stories live. Discover now