Hello watchers, followers and critics are always welcome as long as they have fun. Or know how anyway. Here is another short, tragic tale contains death and grief.
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"You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper."
The Raging battle was fierce and unforgiving,
And not one to ever be forgotten.
The end was near as the conflict nearly won,
All eyes seemed to float however, to just one.
But there were no cheers of honor or restful relaxation,
only screams and shouts full of desperation.
Move quickly, there's still time to act,
Sadly there was no stopping the attack.
Heavy rain falls for those who tried,
But all hope was lost once they cried.
They tried so hard to hold on,
but in a minutes time, she was gone.
Why must it be, Why is it so?,
An answer I'm afraid they will never know.
Looking peaceful during rest is as sure as a lie,
Don't believe me, ask those who cry.
Blood mixed with ash is no more appealing,
Than the monster responsible for the dealing.
The soulless red eyes met silver one last time,
Before the young rose fell to the terrible crime.
Family and Friends, desperation at hand,
The monster with the deed was finally Dammed.
But with no time remaining, none at all,
the wounded warrior found herself in a free fall.
Her one bright smile which could block out the sun,
never to return, for the beast had won.
'Dont go the light' they all shouted in fear,
As the Rose weeped one, final tear.
A second had passed yet the world seemed to Cry,
cry and cry, no please don't Die.
Silent prayers soon became choir for the Angels,
The only word to describe the encore was Painful.
What had happened was Death, does that make it wrong?,
For the young Red Rose, was now gone.
The men and women all dressed in Black,
With a thousand tears that can't bring her back.
With skin as smooth as cloth and eyes shut like a door,
Her heart silent, now and forever more.
The wooden coffin as Red as Blood
For soon the tears fell once again to flood.
No words were said, none had to be,
For the young girls soul was now free.
When the time came to say their goodbye,
The only words to be spoken, we're how and why.
Hot Liquid fell from the many faces of those she knew
In one form or another, a Team that grew.
A group without a Leader is no wonderful thing,
But losing a friend brings a painful sting.
At the end of it all only 3 remained,
Shadowed by dozens of others who sat down and prayed.
From a Heavy Hammer to a Shining Knight,
to White as Snow to Black as Night.
And the Golden locks of a family wrecked,
made their way to pay their final respects.
Gone but never to be forgot,
The Red cloaked girl, who's life wasn't for naught.
Born in the day, but Died at the Dawn,
Ruby Rose has now moved on.