Words at His Grave

I never thought I would laugh so hard.

And till now when I think of it,
a grin can't help but twist on my lips.

Something still don't change.
A curse is a curse.

When I declare that I'm moving on,
you will pop back into my life
and make me hesistate.

But not this time.

There's no more sorrows.
But I just want to tell you
how long I have dreamt of this day.

You coming to me,
instead of me casting out the net.

Although it seemed
that I had kind of ruined
the perfect revenge plan.

Like a child who
had finally caught a butterfly.
Whom in the urge to
touch its wings,
accidentally let it
fly away.

You made me the fool
once again,
you rascal.

I should had put more thoughts into it.

It's undeniably foolish.
So much pain
that snowballed because of you,
yet such little things you do
make my day.

Still, I have been
dreaming about you
the past few days.
Brother said something yesterday
that reminded me of you.

The subconcious mind still
echoes the impact of our melodrama.

Many things had happened
since I've met you.
But I have braved it through.

Wish me luck
for my future endeavours.

Take good care of yourself.

For god knows when
I will (never) be back here again.

"Isn't this what we always say, Brother?"

Edit: There's some changes. Fear is a good teacher. Happy Holidays xD

The Revelation

Humming a hymn,
the girl sat in the room
huddling her knees,
rocking back and forth.

She is scared.
There's a restless buzzing in the shadows.

Her heart pumped against her rib cage.
So close to the stuffed bunny
pressed against her chest.

The bunny with rip in its heart.

The girl hummed loudier right now.
She rocked back and forth more furiously.

Her face was wet with sweat.
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lips.

There was an excruciating pain on her chest,
where the stuffed bunny is.

Her tune came into a halt,
when she could take it no longer.

The girl toppled over,
her right cheek pressing
against the marble floor.

With widen eyes,
she gasped in horror
at the pool of blood
spreading across the white marble.

The white linen of the doll
had been soaked crimson.

Her chest has split apart,
and she could see her heart beating furiously.

The buzzing from the dark
now become an excited murmur.

She seized in a ball
as her flesh continue to tear apart
all the way to her stomach.

Her jaws snapped open
in a silent scream,
as her entrails
plopped onto the ground
with squeamish squish.

The murmur rose to mutter
then a roaring of chatter.
Her vision blurred---
she couldn't see the footsteps
she heard thundering towards her.

They were people.
Each holding a vessel
that held parts of her secrets and dreams.

At this juncture,
they were crowding around her.
Pointing towards her direction,
deep in discussion.

Her eyeballs rolled in their sockets
as the girl scanned the surrounding for aid.

She laid eyes at her blood stained doll.

So thoughly drenched in blood was it,
even wool within was dripping with it.

The doll seemed to be sniggering.
"Now you are just like me."

Darkness swirled before her eyes,
and the girl finally know the truth
behind her fate.

Foes for Friends

There the knight stood,
with the remnant of her armour clinging onto her.

A glorious warrior was she,
now reduced to a disheveled and helpless prey
to Death's slaughter.

Gripping her rifle
that is stained with blood,
she's now no different from the lowly footmen
whose bodies now strewn across the field.

She sneered at her foolishness
as her knees buckled
under the pain of her gaping wounds.

Benovolence had been dispensable.

The weight of her fully loaded weapon
crushed her ego
like a mocking laughter.

Ripping off the metal plates
that clung onto to her,
she willed herself to get back to her feet.

With gritted teeth,
she rose up
and took a aim.

She did not hesistate.
Vengence was in her veins.

She strode towards the battlefield
and stuck a gunpoint at their heads.

Who cares if the rifle is a long range weapon?
Nothing beats a close look
at their cowardly face of defeat.

The warm blood that splashed
on her face
cleansed the murk of her past defeat.

But back in reality,
the fallen warrior is still sprawled
on the ground.

She felt the chill of Death at her temple,
as the enemy cornered her
with a gunpoint on her head.

"Do you have a death wish?"
the Dark Knight asked his hostage.

A bitter smile twisted across her lips.

She might as well end it gloriously.
She closed her eyes.

The gun lifted from her head
as the cold grip of the iron gloved hand
seized around her wrist
and brought her to her knees.

Her eyes fluttered opened in surprise
as Dark Knight made his proposal.

"What would you say if we have a merger?"

His meanacing grin
could hardly be concealed behind his helmet,
as his deathly gaze
burned into her dilated pupils.

The wind howled,
mourning the death of her fallen troops.

But no tears were shed.
The sole survivor lowered her head onto the floor,
in a subdued bow
to her new master.

The victorious roar from the Dark Troops
hardened her heart
as she slumped feebly across the enemy's horseback.

There will be time
for revenge.

Right now,
they are allies.

But only for now.