A mighty warrior on his knees on top of a lonely mountain,

The echos of his victims still whispring in the shallows of his mind,

He looks upon his blood stained sword and a tear falls from his eye,

starting to wash away the shame upon his blade,

but.........a mere cleansing will never do.

Then a face of a girl flashes in his feeble state,

He hears her cries for mercy,

He hears her cries of injusitice being thrused upon her,

still there is no going back,

I have killed.........I have tasted blood ,

I did not enjoy it as much as I thought,

This is my pain, my cry,

I deserve for there souls to haunt me for the rest of my being,

Rest in peace glowing village,

I shall never see your faces again,

but alas you will see mine

-Leah