
Another weird mood poem! Sometimes words and deeds left unsaid or done can be the undoing of something special
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 107 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-13-12 - id: 3041432
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He flies above the broken city
Pity for the fallen brave
The angel's tears are falling
On his loved ones grave
She was armed and ready
Prepared for deadly battle
She fought the demon fearlessly
But they made her honor rattle
He chose to merely watch her
As her armor started breaking
"Save me darling!" she cried out
But he would leave her waiting
In her time of greatest need
He had watched her fall
She had needed saving
But he ignored the call
Now she's gone forever
He can never bring her back
"I'm sorry, dearest, truly
For all the things I lack."
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