Erwin Smith, a fallen commander |Bleeding Ink

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                                         Mike‘ ꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ

                                         01.29.00

                                         01.29.00

                                         Bleeding Ink

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Greetings dear comrades! Today i'm here to show you the amazing collab with Felix! ! Hope you will enjoy this!

A dismal grey sky and blood-tainted ground. Black are the crows who call death from the skies. The pistols and dust and gunpowder soot Are all monotone. Things are still, Though actively moving and active in combat. One after the other, the soldiers’ lives get taken In a flash, like our gear attaching to brick walls Of crumbling buildings, corpses littered on top. Some recognizable, others not.

What is so bright in this ungodly scene? Surely not the sun; it is grieving too, Masked away by ing clouds so grey. Yes, they paint the sky and blood paints the ground: It trickles from every crevice in sight. Streaming in one direction, to the path of glory. The sanguine river floods our senses, Strength is gained, fear has grown, and victory Is only some slashes away.

The brightness, its beams are stronger than ever Hope? Fate? Some unearthly spirit Communicating with the souls of the fallen? It’s overwhelmingly warm like a sunray’s kiss. But, as said before, the sun is ashamed For what has come about humanity once cherished. What do we fight for - a feeling, a word? What reward comes about the thousands of warriors Whose blood is unleashed faster than their weapons Upon seeing the enemy on their land?

Our limbs are weak but our will remains strong. Coursing heat pains my soul, my heart is bleeding. Blood, blood, oh, that’s what it is! It appears that I resemble my soldiers in several ways, Lost dignity and burning hearts. Flames lapping at my insides and rendering me useless. I’ve fought my battles and paid my dues, Now my time has come. Is this the reward For my countless fights? The peacefulness Does seem alluring; I suppose giving in to this temptation is fine... Keep fighting, my soldiers, though you’ve lost many, This war will be something you’ve won.

Writing : Felix

Editing : Mike

Art : Mike

Cover Art credits : :sparkles:

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