A blinding darkness with deafening silence

A stench of the unknown and an unnerving groan

Knowing nothing but oneself and bluffing

A wet ground of the most profound

Eyes on one’s shoulder with nothing to be done

Incoherent whispers many with a whimper

Cold as a mountain, sweating like a coyote

Tugging chains and a light sound of rain

A blade falls

A blade falls

Laid down, kneeling

And a blade falls