A Final Corruption
by Shaun Terry
A native wears paper armor,
and a menacing glare.
This sylvan warrior swallows her fears,
and will chase them with blood from her enemy.
She’ll seduce a sentinel,
only as to distract.
Distract her prey?
Could she know the difference?
Ceremonial paint makes her appear exotic and frightening.
She moves swiftly, blade flying, racing through the air,
fatally lodging into its target.
And the paper armor shakes,
like feathers in the wind.
She claims victory,
but she will never again be anyone’s champion;
least of all her own.
But such a warrior never shows her tears, her pain, her fears.
These things will,
be vapor in the ether.