Friendship of thorns

In the eerie fog of early dawn, you could hear the iron slamming iron and insults carrying from one to another. These friends turned foes fight out of pure rage both demanding justice, but no justice could be served. As the two begin to tire one gets the upper hand and thus putting his blade into his enemy's heart. Now as guilt pulls over like a blanket the survivor runs blindly through the streets and so he approaches the bridge. He swoops over the rail of the bridge and lies in the river with eternal guilt.

Reviews

[D.j.]

Emotional, daunting, and inceptionally unique! Great poem m8

[Sunny]

Wow that was pretty good. And Over incredibly fast. Like when you jump off something and land, and it's over just like that! Nice work I loved how you wrote it.

[midnight reaper]

Thank you so much :)