A Coward's Death

Blood like fear
drips into the coward's eyes,
knelt on bended knee
pleading where no hope is left.

Cowering beneath
the shadow of the axe,
only a heart beat before
the bite of the blade felt.

Screams into the night,
skin peeled back,
trophy taken in flesh,
leaving skull bone exposed.

Forsaken to nightmares,
panic driven, waiting
for men who had the eyes
of demons to come back
and claim what was left.

Crawling through the dirt,
above the ravens circle,
greedily waiting, the begin
to pick upon the flesh
of the still living.