Yup, another poem. Most of my poems are dark and depressing.
NOT LIKE THIS
Glowing red ankh.
Sign of danger.
Signaling to my protector of the warning.
He stands ready.
Waiting.
The battle would soon arrive.
Not like this, pierced my ears.
Spinning around.
Only the air I caught, but the laugh I heard.
Protector stands close.
Blade ready.
The ankh's red fading.
Not like this.
Not like this.