19 minute challenge!
Samurai sword, drawn,
Ready forever, waiting sharply for the hordes to swarm,
For the broken heartbeat, as warlord’s storm to engorge me.
Blood river down my forearm,
as five enemies mix,
Make it six.
Then! my own flesh hides steel,
And I look,
at my left hand, severed, trampled under heel,
pain? I did not feel, as life itself did not seem real.
Turning, to face my amputator,
I cannot conceal, the maniacal laughter any longer,
It pours out, stronger and stronger,
You fool! I can still write! That was my left hand!
I’ll write of your demise!
He became sombre
As on that thought I speared him, between ribs and belly.