Blood

Blood, soaking through my shirt, running down my arms, covering my hands.

Blood, all that I can see, clouding my vision...a friend lay dying by the will of my sword. Blood, it trails down the path I walk, and I hear my name called on the wind.

Blood, my soul crimson, as I take slow steps towards the enemy, loyalty cast aside for gold.

Blood, it catches the gaze of those who trusted my facade, their eyes shining with tears. Blood, it paints the streets, a contract broken, a bond betrayed.

Blood, the language of murder...I've lost everything it seems.