Mrs. Carmine, a Gears of War poem
I DO NOT OWN GEARS OF WAR. THIS IS ONLY A FANFIC.
A woman of 40 peers out a window
Now a childless, unloved widow
All held dear by her taken by them
Slayers of her sons, Anthony and Benjamin
Soldiers they were, as well as sons
Their death a dead most brutally done
Comrades and friends continue forth
Heading into the mountains in the north
Cold, barren plains lay ahead
Much like hearts now frozen and dead
The battle for brothers Carmine now lost
The COG call it a necessary cost
Visits from training her last memory
Two sons ready and willing to meet the enemy
Reflecting on happier times, before the war
Watching two little boys assist with chores
Charlotte fights back tears, trying her best
As she clutches a pair of cog tags to her chest
