and they all fell before us by TwistedAnger, literature
Literature
and they all fell before us
the gutters ran red that day
with pride we beat our breasts
bellowed war cries because
berserker warriors feel no pain
raged, oh yes we raged and bled
annihilated reasoning with the smell of war
and we committed our atrocities
drank in the fear of our enemies
and bathed ourselves in their blood
bones crunched, and fluids flew
we were God's of death slaying everything
the bodies piled up
my mind slowed
I bled from a thousand wounds
and you looked glorious killing
covered in the blood of our foes
I had never loved you more
as my knees buckled you were all I saw
vision tunneling down to you
we had won and you were safe
Bushi was packing his and Amée's bags, he was dropping her off at the Den, before going and joining the other folk on the supply run to Deadman's Cove. He double checked everything he packed, making sure nothing was wrong, or dangerous in Amée's bag. He had made sure his katanas were sharp, and that he had everything he'd need to take with him, when he saw his child enter the room, her multicolored eyes staring wide at him. “Dad, do you have to go?” Amée asked quietly, Katsuki, his vessel, following slowly behind her. Bushi looked sadly at the two of them, or at least as sadly as his resting scowl would allow. He went to the two of them, kneeling down and wrapped his arms around both of them, in a tight hug. When he leaned back he saw tears in the corner of Amée's eyes, as Katsuki had his head tilted down sadly. “They need our help. Their home needs help being rebuilt, and protected. And I know it seems unfair, but just know I'll be back before you know it.” Bushi grabbed a scarf