Damned Katana

Unsheathing the katana in the pelting rain, I stood singularly where the lightning had pock-marked its existence, beads of tears, sweat, rain rolled down my cheeks, I was uncertain of my power. The sea of dead bodies, swilled with blood and cuts, it was all my doings, the conscience kicked my hard, deluging my eyes with theContinue reading “Damned Katana”