The Final SilenceA Chapter by Michael J. RichardsHe breathed in.
And out. And in. And out. Bright red spilled from his side steadily. He looked
down at it briefly and then shut his eyes, wishing it was not his. The battle
continued around him: swords clanged above his head. Being left for dead was
not as bad as it seemed. Every thing seemed amplified and slowed. People rushed
around him in blurs. The sun warmed each part of his body. Individual sounds
could be picked out; the clang of swords, the punctures of arrows. Occasionally
there would be a lull, not unlike the awkward silence when everyone suddenly
stops talking. It was quiet to
him. He had always wanted to die in silence. He never wanted to die in pain,
but that wasn’t up to a soldier. The dream of death due to old age was
forgotten long ago when he was left only with the choice of a warrior for a
lost cause. He was weaker now,
the breathing more labored. He began thinking. Of times of noise and pleasure.
Of times of joy and happiness. Of times of silence and solace. He enjoyed the
silent times the most, because many of those were times spent with his beloved.
He always treasured silence for that reason. He closed his
eyes, slipping into that final silence. © 2010 Michael J. Richards |
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Added on June 13, 2010 Last Updated on June 13, 2010 AuthorMichael J. RichardsAboutI'm 17, and write poetry. Yes, I'm a guy. Yes, I write poetry. Something wrong with that? I don't like sports very much, but I do swim when I can find time. I play violin, guitar, and piano...I'.. more..Writing
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