Soundless
Brian Coon

Strike. The ground stained with dark liquid.
The blade was one with the shadows.
StrikeGout. Alarms now silent.
The blade was the shadows.
Moving shadows. 
Soundless.
Strike. Gout. Stain.
If shadows felt, stains would annoy, they leave trace, evidence.
Shadows do not feel.
Glide. Glide. Pause.
Leap. Land.
Soundless. 
Strike.
Gout.
A gleam in the shadows. Look down. A blade stained in dark.
Remnants of the fallen. 
Evidence.
Glide. Roll. Climb. Leap. Land.
Soundless.
Pause. 
Ahead. Two eye sockets upon a throne. Judging. Leering.
Two extended shadows. Two blades flying. 
Thunk Thunk.
Two eye sockets filled. Trickle.
From the light, a scream. A chorus.
Two eye sockets filled. Flow. No more judging.
Metal men. 
Clanking
Moving shadows.
Soundless.
Two eye sockets filled. Gush. No more leering.
Strike. Strike. Strike. Strike Strike Strike.
Metal men fall. Rain.
Two eye sockets filled. Cascade. No more judging. No more leering.
No more throne.
Sprint. Climb. Flip. Glide. Fly. 
No more screams.
Soundless.