"Avast," he spoke,
and fell to the ground.
Bullet through his back neck,
collapsed without a sound.
The song of the hero,
such a lovely thing.
So perfect and pristine—
ultimately nothing.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
"Avast," he spoke,
and fell to the ground.
Bullet through his back neck,
collapsed without a sound.
The song of the hero,
such a lovely thing.
So perfect and pristine—
ultimately nothing.
