The Cut

The sword fell swiftly



It did not flinch or shake or pause

The cord had been clamped

But only one wields the blade

It is held with a ferocity even they did not expect

“It is finished!!” they shout

The wielder both sobs and screams

As the other side floats suddenly into blackness

The wielder is surprised by the silence

The peace

And the sense of calm they suddenly feel

Dawning on them, how easy it was

A slow smile crept to their entire face

The sword was placed securely into it’s sheath, by their side, ready at any moment should it be required, yet safely secured.

Away they walk, a slight skip to the step

Their head held high

And their back to the the black.

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