Here's my first poem. I hope you like it!
The mourning dove may not sing yet
For once more this story must be set
Of lives gone by without safe bet
Now I will tell it if you will let
Stolen away in the dark of the night
He died anyway, but put up a fight
He saved from the dark but was taken from light
So ends our hero the first brave knight
Taken away, his life as a lore
Going out in one last, final roar
Saved an army but went through death's door
This hero is not to be seen anymore
Spirited away once happiness found
Always to fights for freedom bound
Once the battle was over, no longer round
He shall now rest by his love in the ground
One person left, not a group member. No!
He ran far away with nowhere to go
Not to stand and fight although
But to get away from what he used to know
Three in the ground and one above
Now may cry the mourning dove
The tale is lives lived and lost for love
And, so, now may cry the mourning dove
Hope you liked it. I know its sad. I think I'll write something happy next. Please Review!
