A lonesome swordsman
Stands on a hill
Watching the village
Where nothing is still
No quiet moment
No crowdless street
No content beings
Nothing unaccounted for
Except the man
On the hill
For he knows one thing
That will
One pair of eyes unseeing
One pair of legs not moving
One pair of hands, useless
One heart not beating
The devil-reaper
On the hill
Looks to one broken home
And finds his ****
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
A lonesome swordsman
Stands on a hill
Watching the village
Where nothing is still
No quiet moment
No crowdless street
No content beings
Nothing unaccounted for
Except the man
On the hill
For he knows one thing
That will
One pair of eyes unseeing
One pair of legs not moving
One pair of hands, useless
One heart not beating
The devil-reaper
On the hill
Looks to one broken home
And finds his ****