Cut

By: rainjewel

Feel the pain course

down your quivering cheek

in all its crimson horror

and splatter onto the floor

Silver strands of hair

and glaring droplets of blood

lie dead upon the ground

victims of this swordplay

Your warrior's hand

cradles the stinging flesh

as the blood cloaks your fingers

a slick and serpentine feel

You cry for help

the wound stretching unmercifully

as you scream in vain

and more blood paints the ground

You fall on your knees

feeling your strength wither

away with each accursed drop

and you whisper"he cut my beautiful face"