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