On And On It Goes
SUMMARY: A poem on the four crusniks.
STORY
In war there can only be death.
In death there can only be grieving.
In grieving there can only be sadness.
In sadness there can only be despair,
And in despair there can only be death, and so on and on it goes.
Four worriers…
One deceased…
Another insane…
Yet another, tied down to duty…
And by his beliefs does the final remain…
Between them, hatred flowers…
And comes calling like the dawning showers…
From this they now reap their bitter rewards…
Their lives hanging by flimsy chords.
Don't expect a lot of poetry from me. This thing's been kicking about my computer for ages, I changed the last two lines and stuck it on. Hope it's not too confusing/boring for you. Please note that Trinity blood and its characters are not mine. I make no money from this. Bye!