Another attempt at a Robin hood poem...this is a first for me...making guy into a sympathetic man...tell me if you think i did him justice and gave him a chance at normal feelings...or if i did not...i love reviews either way
Recollections at the Altar
A scar streaks across my face
Like a shooting star across the night sky
It is a visible would on my skin
Battle scars cover my body
But this one stands stronger than the rest
It is a symbol of weakness
A sign of failure
For all the world to see
The lady does not love me
You have broken my skin
My soul
And the pieces of my heart that loved you