death, my friend or my enemy

by caspasta

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." But what if it is both? In war, death is both an enemy and friend. A poem for Bellamy, one hand on the trigger and the other above his head, leading the defense. Set during episode 1.13, "We Are Grounders (Part 2)."

they wear shrapnel

on their skin

blood paints their

ashen faces

hiding the

raw fear they dare not show

fear that is deep as hell

and deeper

still

fingers gripping the cold metal

they survey the ground

feet firmly planted next to the trees

the same ones that were planted with the same fate

they have never been on a battlefield

yet they fight like soldiers, held back

by a wall built for them, not by them

adrenaline drips

out of their

bones

and they break the hushed inevitability

the earth absorbs the

red and transparent liquids

that run fast

paces down their bodies

standing alongside the standing and

the fallen

feels like it is your birthright

this is your throne

the rebel king

you wear a crown

of branches and

of bullets

here

is death

destruction,

piece of the war

or is it an ally

you can hear their pain

and feel their terror

they fight like gods

but they die like men