A flash of metal in the air

A drop of pure red blood

A spark of defiance in an eye

But then, It's gone

They stare ahead

But have no feeling

Before, they cried

They thrashed

But now they're still

A hand comes to rest on the ground

Resting in a pool of blood

But then, they come

Spirits begin to form

Animals, humans, and all in between

The swords cease swinging

The warriors flee

They can fight the living

But from the dead

They run

They hide

They flee