nirvana on t battlefront....

he stood rooted to the ground…
t frame had freezed…
t frenzy clamoring for more…
white specks on the bloody ground…
macabre as it was…
t sword refused to be sheathed…
t moment of ecstasy was so near…
a dull throbbing pain…
a flicker of of smile to brace his quaint lips…
colors of every hue exploded in his head….
as t dart had found its mark….
to be lodged deep in his heart...