Little Soldier
This is a poem about Max`s funeral. It jut popped into my head this morning. All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. Enjoy!
Wisps of smoke circle higher and higher
to touch the heavens above
All that remains of the little soldier
is the scent of his body burning
Voices cry out
filled with grief, sorrow and longing
for the little lost boy
We are but dust and shadows
Ave atque vale,
Max Lightwood
Please review and check out my other stories!