Red, jagged accents
On a black cap's bill.
Shadow over red eyes
Shading immense skill.
Bursts of electricity
Flickering vibrant red
On a sword onto which
Many foes had bled.
A dark-haired soldier he was
Or hero, some would say.
Fists tightly clenched
Heart unafraid to slay.
More times than numerable
He'd seen that crimson flood
Flicked onto his hands—
His enemies' blood.
Yet not a soul knew
He'd more than once been
The cause of his own blood
Spilled roughly and mean.
Energy flickering
Flitting on a sword red—
The cause of his own
Intentional final bloodshed.
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riginally posted on 'Silent Screams' now 'Eerie' before I transferred it.
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FanfictionThese boys may be fictional, but their stories are worth telling. Poems about Boboiboy, his seven elements, Fang, and Kaizo. I own only my poetry and headcanons; the characters belong to Monsta.
