No one will know the violence...A gentle breeze tainted with the smell of smoke blew gently over the meadow, making the grass sway and pulling petals up into the air.
The old warlord knelt in the grass, his armor creaking along with his bones as he reached into the flowers before him. His gentle hands cupped around a flower, petals and leaves wilting, vines blackened from age. His knuckles were bruised and bandaged, but steady as a rock as he brought it up to his face and inhaled deeply.
“You and I, we’re survivors” he murmured, raising his head again and looking around at the meadow.
“I think I am ready to go. My edges are wilting, my bones shriveling. I’ll join you. Soon.”.
His eyes shone as he watched the sun rise upon the meadow, and the battlefield that lay down the hill before it.
Soon.Jan 9, 2022
The old warlord knelt in the grass, his armor creaking along with his bones as he reached into the flowers before him. His gentle hands cupped around a flower, petals and leaves wilting, vines blackened from age. His knuckles were bruised and bandaged, but steady as a rock as he brought it up to his face and inhaled deeply.
“You and I, we’re survivors” he murmured, raising his head again and looking around at the meadow.
“I think I am ready to go. My edges are wilting, my bones shriveling. I’ll join you. Soon.”.
His eyes shone as he watched the sun rise upon the meadow, and the battlefield that lay down the hill before it.
Soon.Jan 9, 2022
#flowers
#hands
#bruises
#drabble
#pink
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