none stirs
none speaks
in the aftermath of war
two princes
in armor tarnished
sword all but forgotten at their feet
shadows long
flesh quivers
the fading half-light sees me on my knees
you hesitate; i urge:
there is no army
the sun has gone
finish your work
claim your victory
but if it please your highness,
before you leave, do me a kindness --
make sure
all life
is gone
from this body
