Here is a short poem about Konan. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. I don't own anything...Thanks for reading! - CR!
Seraph
An angel flies overhead
She is cloaked with a midnight sky
Red clouds on the folds of the night
Dawn is coming
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Pain is her companion
Sadness, the wind in her wings
Death, a troubled follower
Mercy, a dead friend
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She is the messenger of God
A symbol of a peace longed for
She knows great suffering
It makes her paper-thin
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She is not proud of herself
Yet she is not ashamed
She is but a servant of her Lord
And is what he bids her to be
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When dawn finally arrives
She will be set free
But she knows in her heart
It will never come