Author: DarknessofDawn PM
Revenge is the only thing left on his mind. Revenge for the deaths of those who cared for him. His clan. His family.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 198 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-08-04 - id: 2002827
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Blood, a cluster of thick, puce liquid.
I remember it even now, seeping in
within the floorboards of my home.
"Why did you?"
"To see what I was capable of "
How their bodies lay painfully upon
one another in unison, our clans'
symbol on view to my vision
splattered, ruined by blood.
Notes: Uh...yah. I was bored, and a little pissed off. And depressed. So this decided to come around.