Disclaimers; Blah, blah, blah. Martin the Warrior and LateRose of Noonvale don't belong to me. They belong to Brian Jacques.
Rating; PG
Situation: Ok, remember how Rose died? Here are Martin's thoughts. In free verse form. Since poetry has never been my strong point, feel free to flame.
I feel the dagger's cold metal under my paw.
Without you, I feel so empty inside.
It' s as though I'm hollow, my emotions gone.
I'd only for such a short time, but nevertheless
You are a part of me. You always will be. Always.
Though the dagger I hold is sharp, cold, lifeless,
My own grief feels sharper still. My heart,
The thing that was, now sits as a piece of cold stone.
I'll never forget the love I felt for you.
The love that I feel still.
That love will be my strength, no matter where I am.
I feel that I don't want to live, not without you.
Your gentle hands, your sweet voice, your eyes.
Your eyes. So beautiful. The hazel eyes that struck me with skyfire.
The only eyes that could…
I know that the light from your eyes will always guide me.
And I thank you, for letting me be a part of your life,
If only for a little while.
I struggled with myself, but never found the courage
The courage needed to tell you some thing.
Ironic, isn't it? I fought with the seasons know who,
And can't tell you how much….
I still can't say it aloud. I'll whisper to the wind,
Knowing that somewhere, you hear it.
I love you.
Rating; PG
Situation: Ok, remember how Rose died? Here are Martin's thoughts. In free verse form. Since poetry has never been my strong point, feel free to flame.
I feel the dagger's cold metal under my paw.
Without you, I feel so empty inside.
It' s as though I'm hollow, my emotions gone.
I'd only for such a short time, but nevertheless
You are a part of me. You always will be. Always.
Though the dagger I hold is sharp, cold, lifeless,
My own grief feels sharper still. My heart,
The thing that was, now sits as a piece of cold stone.
I'll never forget the love I felt for you.
The love that I feel still.
That love will be my strength, no matter where I am.
I feel that I don't want to live, not without you.
Your gentle hands, your sweet voice, your eyes.
Your eyes. So beautiful. The hazel eyes that struck me with skyfire.
The only eyes that could…
I know that the light from your eyes will always guide me.
And I thank you, for letting me be a part of your life,
If only for a little while.
I struggled with myself, but never found the courage
The courage needed to tell you some thing.
Ironic, isn't it? I fought with the seasons know who,
And can't tell you how much….
I still can't say it aloud. I'll whisper to the wind,
Knowing that somewhere, you hear it.
I love you.