There's something admist,

In this beautiful scene,

My knight to be played by a losing King,

A child, and echo, of angelic eyes,

Wishing you to stay,

And memory replays,

The fiercest burning passion

And the fire in your heated lips,

A crazy, wild intenseness,

With all the glory of sunrise,

A beauty unexplained,

And now cold,

You reside six feet down,

The pale of your cheeks,

And blue paralyzed lips

A stone as your name,

And the tender smile,

Of a girl in a cot,

Not knowing tragedy,

Not knowing fear, sadness or grief.


Heh, another war poem. This time it's about a woman who's husband was sent to war, and subsequently, killed, as the woman discovered she was pregnant with her husband's baby.

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~TheLastCookieIsmine