The Heart of Another

In this moment his eyes penetrated mine and I saw his soul.

The sword penetrated easily, and when it pierced his heart

the scream that escaped equaled mine.

The crimson flow down the blade wrapped around my hand to warm and sooth.

The last vibrations down the sword shook the flow from my hand.

His life seeped into Mother earth to nourish.

His eyes stared to the clouds, carrying his soul

leaving the sword in my hand and before me the heart of another.

This story started as a writing assignment to write about something that is ugly and make it sound beautiful. For me violence is an ugly thing so making it sound beautiful was a challenge.

This piece made it on the short list at under 99words.