Copyright 2019 Lucas Zhou
On the death throes, I slump against the wall, bleeding myself dry. No mortal can save me now.
The assailants are far into the palace, I can still hear their gunshots.
My rifle, still in my grasp, is empty, and useless.
Five years ago,
I was a boy, full of love,
Wanting adventure and heroism
Only to find,
A state of worried nights and wandering thoughts
As I wait, for my world to slump into darkness.
