I wrote this awhile ago, but I wanted to put something up as soon as possible on my new account. Please do not hesitate to give me some feedback. It's not very well written...
In Love and At War
Soft bark of the tree, pressed against a child's back. She counts petals and blushes.
A palace hangs just above her, in gold and crimson; a kingdom lies around her,
The grass its sun-dyed strands, their only purpose to rest under her small feet.
She doesn't notice the world
is tainted with flaming war and blackened hearts.
The young prince appears. He walks along the terrace just in front of the courtyard,
and she turns away, her cheeks warm.
How cute. A small girl smitten with the son of a tyrant,
murder in his veins.
She wanted to cup her hands around her eyes
so she could see only him. Because
she heard the stories.
Only the children can hide.
…
A blank stare against the cold morning. It's early; he'd still be asleep.
It doesn't matter…the still aura outside his room is out of balance-
Silent. She just wants to make sure he was safe.
A slender hand reaches forward, the bones inside it like ice. It rests against the metal door.
Ghostly white skin pulses with fear as it thrusts open the entryway.
No one. Everything was gone.
Except that scroll on the desk in the corner. She wept when she read the goodbye letter.
Tears smudged the calligraphy on the paper, and the ink rolled onto the picture-
The picture of them. They were smiling beside each other.
This was a time when she wanted to reach and cup her black-fingernail hands around her eyes,
To block everything else out. But there was nothing to be obscured. He was gone.
She can't hide anymore.