poem by me
her eyes had been So full of life,
he thought as he sat and stared at her cold corpse.
She didn't have to die but, she just wouldn't give up.
he has killed many before.
thats what happens when you're the best.
everyone wants to find you, fight you, and beat you.
But they always wind up dead,
He realized as he wiped the blood off his sword.
he didn't like to kill,But he didn't like to die either.