Never has death been dealt so brutally. If this cold blade could talk, hearts would weep hearing the ruthless chatter emanating from its tarnished sheen, that cared not for the blood of vanquished souls, whose stain even now dared not linger less they share blame for fouler deeds to come.
J M Lysun 
Good job 🙂
Thank you for your encouragement ! I am really enjoying the exploration. 🙂
I loved this! Dark and poetic at the same time. Well done.
It’s my second attempt writing in this “form,” and I’m pleased it’s being received so positively. I find it quite challenging and fun! Thanks for liking 🙂
You’re welcome.