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First poem posted, would LOVE some criticism! |
| Setting down the envelope with the letter about his wife The soldier glanced across the lake mourning his new life. Alone forever he will be for he was supposed to die Not the other way around for this must be a lie! A joke, foul humor, a travesty he contemplated deep She can't be dead this can't be true he has to be asleep. "I will give anything to see her one more time. My gold, my home or even an arm take anything that's mine." Silence slowly crept in as his pleading died away Tears began to flow like rivers drowning in dismay. "I don't seek wealth or body parts, just one thing that I want." The shadows whispered eerily partaking in a taunt. "A soul, your soul is what it takes to see her once again. Unsheath your dagger and slit your throat, waiting she has been." The soldier nodded silently standing to his feet Pulling the dagger to his throat he refused to retreat. A simple cut is all it took to end his life that day Death claims all solemn men in a loathsome way. |