Crusader.

The Closing Darkness

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Wounded, he lay, Blood seeping into the soil between the beautiful green grass blades. Why hadn’t he seen that before? How green it all was? How beautiful that grass shone in the noonday sun. That bright noonday sun. That darkening noonday sun. That red noonday sun

The sword still lay in his hand. Its red blade so far from his eyes. His armor lay heavy on his chest. So heavy.

When did it become so heavy? When did it become war? And that wetness, That wasn’t there before, was it?

The sun was fading, The hoofbeats of horses falling silent  He couldn’t move his head anymore. Where were the angels? Had he not called? Had he not prayed? Had he not been faithful? Where was the light? The dark closed in. And he felt himself fading away like mist in the morning sun. She had smiled for him as he left. Or had she?

The dark closed in.

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