Pinkie23

Summer Afternoon The rat tat tat of the sole snare's song a drummer's beat thrashin' and wailin'. Then Yoko's breath twists through the cracks an ear splitting mixture of torn metal and BOOM! The cold clap of white burning steal against the nape of its victim's throat who gurgles and sputters 'till crack, spilt, tear they fall All is still. Every bloody sword has been sheathed, and indeed Every sheathed sword is bloody Whispered rumors wisp through the field of slaughter Where once stood a strong force, now not a single cry, only murmurs, and withheld gasps However within the ruin shows no trace of where the brilliant knig