Blood dripped off of his sword,
It dripped down into the boards.
His stomach was red
as if he had bled,
But his face didn't show it a bit.
A smile on his face he lit,
When into the house he did trod,
And went up to his room with a nod.
I followed up not too soon after,
When a thump could be heard upon rafter.
A thump, then a silence
Upstairs then his pain was immense.
I laid him in bed,
the sheets turning red,
As I cleaned up the dripping wet wound.
His favorite song I then cooed.
He shuddered so painfully,
Then his face turned white slowly,
Then the life left completely.
And, there I sat... with nobody.
The night turned to day
In the same placed I stayed
Hoping somebody would come back
But the life his body did lack
I never saw again
And here I still sat with nobody.

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