some poetry. that doesn't rhyme. which isn't usually my style...

[poetic_kitsune]

I can taste the blood on my tongue,
And the fear in my mouth.
I can smell the heat in the air,
And the intensity of the fight.

There is darkness seeping into the corners of time and space,
As subtle as the burnt edges of pages in a fire-licked tome.
I know not where the truth lies,
But I can judge fairly what is falsehood when I hear it
Spoken in every other word from your throat.

There is no fathoming
The depths of the hatred
Spread across the scape of this city's streets.

There is no pause in the battle between good and evil,
Nor in the salty metal constant of my blood's flavor.
Still, I must remain here and stumble in vain
To assist the lives spread out before me.

And though this is not a final memoir entry
From my hand,
Nor in the hands of my fate's keeper,
But
This is a reckoning
Which is calling eagerly out to me.

Can you hear it as well?