Two-Man Army
There we were, standing
Back-to-back, fighting
We could make it
Our attackers stood no chance
Two of us, thousands of them
And yet
We were unstoppable
But he turned to me
He smiled
He drew his own blade
Across his throat
He said
It wasn’t my fault
But oh, how it was
He was my best soldier
In an army of two
With the strength
Of a thousand warriors
And he fell to the only sword
Sharp enough to cut his soul
His own
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Caivii
Hi! I'm Cai! For the most part, I've moved to Prose (theprose.com/Caivii), but I do post my work here on occasion.
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