The Cliff

"red dawn" in story mode

Blood stained the cliff edge were he laid on the ground dieing. 

His sword laid at his side,

Numerous dead Soldiers littered the ground.

Their guns were empty, 

But Rick’s body was filled with their bullets, 

He could hear his friend crawling up to him.

“Rick?” he asked, his gray eyes peered deep into his childhood friends fading eyes.

Rick slid his sword toward his friend. As the young boy wrapped his shakeing hands around the handle rick said.

“Live, for me? If not for anything else.” the boy then looked at his scarred up wrist. It then began to rain, the clouds blocked out the sun, 

“Goodnight…Blue”

The boy screamed.

He shouted,

He cried…

Blood from the handle of the blade stained his leather gauntlets,

He recalled his last few memories of Rick, then stood.

“yes, goodnight….Rick.” he then walked away, fighting his tears.

Rick looked up at the sky.

He could see the clouds fade, 

the sun beams flew through mist

To surround his body in light.

He could see a soldier flying.

Two brilliant white wings.

“that looks soo liberating.”

He said,

“those beautiful wings”

He reached for the figure.

“I want them too.”  

He then took the hand of the angel soldier, and was pulled up into the white misty light…

One hero dies…another must rise….

Author's Note

i took the "Red Dawn" Poem and turned it into a Story lol hope yall like it,

Reviews

[Dakota]

The imagery is good.

One hero dies…another must rise….

I love this!