THE WAR HAS BEGUN ! ! !

The darkness rests upon my silhouette.

I allow it to do so.

It is raining.

I throw off my armour.

It has been a long day...

The blood on my sword seems black...

Has it tasted vile blood? Has the darkness taken its colour?

I know not.

The rain rinses off the blood from my sword...

And from my body.

I don't know why i fight...

But wait! maybe i do.

If i dont fight they will kill me.

No i am not afraid of death...

I am afraid that i will not live...

Afraid that my roses will grey...

But even if i am afraid i will stand up!

I will stand up and fight...

Destroy those scums...

Why do they fight when they dont know how to?

When they know they dont stand a chance...

When they know i ll rip them to shreds...

When they know my sword has no mercy...

When they know i can flatten them all...

And when they know just my armour without my blade is as deadly?

Perhaps they dont know.

Or maybe they fight...

just in hope........

That i will fear something.... ANYTHING...

It is dark.

They cant see me neither do i

I sense them coming near.

Hundreds of them... may be thousands...

Numbers dont decide who wins fools!

COURAGE does !!!!

they think i fear the darkness...

fools!

You bring about your own fall.

You cant take me down.

I shall not sleep

I will sleep only when I will!

I will not wake up after that.

They dont sense my strength.

My weakness is my biggest strength.

The blood in which they put my roses has not dried...

It still is red...

And it still spills over...

Ahhhhh now you say me to spare you all???

No you will pay for whatever you have done...

I am not your nemesis . But i shall behave as one...

My sword is thirsty for your vile blood...

I shall not spare any one of you

And i shall not even pray for your souls to rest in peace.

I know not what love is.

I knew once... now i dont...

Or am i doing this coz i REALLY know wat love is???

( A REALLY WEIRD AND FUNNY PIECE OF MY WRITING )

one of my friends writings i just love it

all the things said and done...had my duty done too.

they took a quarter of my blood.it was red.

but i've lied for the years that i've lived.a truth was built on lies.

it took confessions to dress up my flesh.yeah,skin is my fav apparel.

i cut a line on my arms.it'll remind me if i win flawlessly.remind me that i'ad been to a war.

the wolves are waiting.they've already made me weak.

not because i fear their claws.i fear the bait they're holding.

the bait is myself.my....self..........

puttin on my torn armour,i belt down my waist,the sword hurts still at the back.

i still remember that day.the day i had fed the hungry wolf,

a human wolf...

do we have to wait to kill him.thats what they must be talkin now...

i don't fear you rusts...

what do u think..my tears of blood will stop me from killin u all,

i'll smash the hell out of you felons...save urselves...

now only i'm bleeding but i've got enough blood to run a thousand miles still...

the sun feared me...it still does...it still is there.

but hey,,no one's here,this can't be...i was asked to run,pushed to fight,dragged to the dusk and now solaced to death....

the sun doesn't set.it gives me way to set first.i lie on my shadow.

i see my corpse lying on the way down..i understand what i wanted.

i won't let my roses turn grey.i'll keep my roses stay red.

i cut a slit on my skin.yes,my blood is still red.

i'll keep my roses stay red.

THIS WAS WRITTEN BY PRUTHESH MY FRIEND

THOUGHT FOR TODAY...WELL SOME DAYS

SHIPS ARE SAFE IN THE HARBOUR

BUT THATS NOT WHY SHIPS ARE MADE