Oblivion

LoneReaper

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Saw a figure as it rolled about

It rolled…spinning in circles

Circles, traced in incarnadine

Everything, a blur, still, a blur

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Still it spun, though slowing

A gaping hole, two pearly edges

Pair of beautiful ocean blue orbs

Sparkling, shining, glinting

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Heard a distant cry, a bawl

Felt water flow down cheeks

Crimson trickling down

Arms to hands, hands to floor

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In realization of hellish thoughts…

Cries escaped the strained throat

Tears wiped with bloodied digits

All while a severed head rolled