This story is brought to you by the Kaw Writers Competition. Please be respectful in your critic. Please read the main thread first before commenting. Swept into the Red Sea Blood slowly rolling down my face. How did I end up in this god awful place? The rain coming down in torrents, my hair violently swept across my face. My red, magnificent, mace thrashed against the floor. I stand before you unguarded. I feel as if I'm knocking on Hells door. His dazzling soulreaper glinting, impending doom it swore. Fine cuts made in the air. A sudden gasp, I crumple to the floor. Death seizes another warrior. One of many sent to slaughter. A field of mixed blood and water... So this is where blood rain was born.
Host note's I like this one for the references. Equipment, Blood rains and EE. It reminds me of a solider in EE fighting a more powerful enemy. Good Work!
This is a pretty cool poem I love it good job to whomever wrote this and best of luck in KWC ~Abyss
Honestly, this is so good, it deserves money. Like real money. If this person wrote a book of poems like these, I would pay 100 bucks for it. Sheer amazing.