After battle’s done
In a house
With too many windows,

He lies
Defeated
On the floor.

Soaked in moonlight
Dressed in blood.

Sounds of his breathing
The wind outside
Add to the stillness
Within.

The
Not going anywhere

The
Not looking back

No dreams ahead.

This moment captured
This moment bound

Eyelids close

No sound
No vision

Off.

author's note: I miss him... long story..
 
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