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!
