Bleed
Strands of crimson stain rocks on a rustic mountain side. Dreams of a warrior crushed! Shards of mastic boulders fall from the ashen sky. Each a burden from within, now stuck to his exposed skin.
Fighting for every inch of progress, wounds slowly oozing life's precious liquid. With his every breath getting more difficult, he eyes his final prize. Taking his last painful strides. His warrior heart beating.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
But to his surprise the harder he would try, his body openly denied.
Bleed!
Bleed!
Bleed!
The warrior's will broken, lying at the pedestal. His body shattered, thick blotches of crimson painted his pale blue body. His mission nearly finished, a battle never won.
A Soldier's future, to be food for worms.
“Blood makes the green grass grow!”
AvnSgt
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