A lovely day to die
From behind, my left arm locks around his throat
What a magnificent blue sky
Not one cloud in sight
The sun soaring, casting no shadows
My right hand gripping tight to my K-bar
I hear the wind speak softly through the trees
The cool breeze rushes across my face
Caressing my body with tender touch
I place the knifepoint at the base of the skull
I smell the fragrance of wild flowers
Dancing through the air
Blessing the senses of all they encounter
I push the blade deep and twist
Birds sweetly sing in the distance
The grassy plane seems to eternally sway
Rolling like gentle ocean waves
~Arnold Bailey