The Battle

A little piece I wrote

WORDS like ants

skittering all over,

numbers haphazardly strewn across the page.

 

Bloody slashes mark the snowy graves

of my fallen soldiers, comrades.

Betrayed by me.

 

My sword, the magician, the necromancer,

creating, destroying, creating

until the perfection is achieved�"

but it’s not!

 

Turn tail, retreat like the coward again.

Quick in pursuit, it follows.

Author's Note

A little thing I wrote for how I feel when I get my tests back.
No matter how I try, it's never good enough.

Any feedback would be amazing!