A voice only the dark stones can hear

[romeo_longsword]

My mouth is dry and my expression became dull, I drive on through the
dark tunnels. No sighs of a path that would lead to the light, only
endless battles with the unknown creatures, I driven on, the sound of
my blade clanking and swinging, combining the sound of blood, or
whatever that comes out form these creatures that slaps on the hard
ground; rather it was the blood of my own or not, it creates a simple
melody of battle.

My arms stiffen and even the blades became passionless, they still sing
for me, but only because my arms were pushing them to, they sing but
only dully. As I went on with my stiffen body that my mind can not be
content with, the world became colourless, only the occasion sparks
comes when my steels brush across the stony walls during battle would
bring my mind back to reality.

The feeling is, weightless; my clothing were torn and my wooden shield
was shattered, even my last bandage has loosen and worn, the melody of
battle became only but a pattern, here I face my very naked self, light
in weight and colourless in hope, this is a feeling of doom could be.