Smoldering Belief

the fingers snap. two. pent up, angry, energy. exploding. the kiss, at first warm and welcoming. then, carved by a sharp slicing blade, both sound and fury are gone.

the field green turns black with the smell of death

. And, the swing of the rapier thrust deep, leaving blood, memories, and sadness. Faith lost, or never truly realized, disintegrates, extinguishes first life.