Delightful is the Death of an Enemy
By: Walker Liles
Watch as his grip fails!
With the fall of his sword,
His life leaving at my accord,
Gratifying is the sound of my enemy’s wail.
Oh the sight of his wretched corpse impaled.
Within the battle-stricken gorge,
Along the crimson-colored fjord,
And my enemy- broken, bloody, and pale.
Oh to see him in his pride,
Only for it to fall from his face
Just before he drew his last breath.
Death he could not abide,
For death was his only place.
Oh how delightful is my enemy’s death.