The Dead
By: Dustin Edwards
One man standing alone on the battlefield
Standing among the dead bodies
Friend and foe alike
With fists clenched tight around his sword
He belts out a cry
A cry of anger
And with all his might, he throws his sword
His hands shaking in rage
Black energy sparking from his hands
He belts out a cry of pain
But his wails fall on dead ears
The sky grows dark
As he raises his hands, the sparking becomes stronger
In his hand thunderbolts are born
His voice shattering thunder
In a flash of light, he lets out a final cry
The gods took pity on him
He is now dead
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