Haikus

[Quasarrgames]

I struggle through snow.
Wind whips my face as i dig
a grave for my friend.

As i bury my
spade in the earth a thought
persists in my head:

Why is it that the
good ones of us are always
the ones who die first.

I want to kill them.
I want to kill them in ways
that would make hell weep.

But if i did that,
i'd be no better than them.
We'd both deserve death.

No, it's honour that
fuels the raging flame of hope
and lights this dark world.

[milon]

Tales of friendship
Sorrow and struggle and loss
Are such sweet sorrow

[TitaniumTurtle]

Deep in the mountain,
our great colony will thrive,
but outside we die.

[Lhoto]

My typical experience, a la haiku:

Obtained prisoner,
harvested all the organs,
sold to a slaver.

[milon]

And from that prisoner's point of view:

A leg and an eye,
a kidney, and a lung too.
What more will you take?

Freedom. For silver,
I was sold. I wait. I fear.
Alone in darkness.