Blood in the Breeze The field stretches wide, green as life itself, swaying in the wind like it’s untouched, untainted. The sun drapes its warmth over everything, but not over me. My hands, my past,stained beyond saving. I did what had to be done, tore evil from the roots, but the way I did it… yeah, that’s the problem. They say the world’s better now, but not with me still in it. I don’t belong in something this pure, not when the blood on my hands won’t wash away. The wind calls, the earth whispers, like it knows what comes next. One last step, one last breath the world stays bright, and I fade with the breeze.
