The Death of the Stream of Silver.

Hello people! I understand that some people may hate my poems, like my other one that I wrote when I was ten. I really just got my first flamer with that poem! Instead of moping around, I'm happy some may say ecstatic! I'm doing Graystripe and Silverstream this time.

I can see death before me.

Like a claw, it's moving in.

I can see your face, your sorrow.

I'm sorry, stripe of gray, I cannot win this battle.

I wish you luck, on this painful path of life.

I wish I could've spent it with you.

But like a stream, we move on.

Take care of our kits, little tail of feathers and fur of storm.

I wish I could've raised them with you.

I wish I could've seen the way they grew up.

My time has come, in a flash.

I have to say goodbye.

Remember me.

`Remember me for my kindness.

For my determination.

But most of all, remember me for the way I loved you.

The way we would meet at these rocks.

The way we use to twin our tails.

The way we loved each other.

Goodbye my love.

Goodbye.

~*~ Graystripe~*~

Oh, my stream of silver.

Do not leave me.

Do not desert me.

Do not leave me here, alone.

Stay with me, at least for now.

I could join the clan of the River.

I could live with you.

We could watch our kits grow up.

We could fish together.

We could be together.

Just hold on to your life.

Even though, I can tell it's slipping away.

Live for me.

Live for your kits.

Live for our love.

Live for us.

I need you.

You are my everything.

My love.

My life.

I cannot stand to lose you.

Hold on.

Hold on…..

Not really a strange couple when you think about it. R&R for any suggestions!