~ Children Of The Damned ~


Valiant armours torn
to shreds of silky bravery,
the host still stands,
mighty and strong.

You can fight,
little dove, but
you cannot win.
You can float,
gallant eagle, but
you cannot fly.

Falling is easier.
Surrender your hope
and open your fire.

Doughty hero, mine,
stay with me in this
final hour,
sweep the kisses
and stand your ground.


A/N: Another war poem! ;)