Promise
The battlefield is where soldiers die,
Fighting valiantly--their heads up high.
Guns flaring and angels singing,
To come relieve the warriors suffering.
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A particular soldier loyal and brave,
Except in the end, she received a grave.
She was my life, my light, and my way,
But fate was inevitable and took her away.
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So how did this happen, why did she die?
It's because of a promise that made her fly.
A bullet came, aiming at me,
She saw, she ran, and fulfilled her deed.
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I watched her die in my bloody arms,
I cried and cried as she sent her charms.
She kept her promise and watched my back,
While I just sat there stupidly and did no jack.
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Before she died, she said she was proud,
Pleased to be my underling--she could sing aloud.
She was glad that she had kept her promise,
I, on the contrary, thought it was useless.
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However she said, this was not so,
She said it wasn't useless for all she knows.
And it wasn't my fault that she's going to be dead,
But I still wished the angels would come and take me instead.
Fin
Probably the first and last poem I'm going to post on fanfiction xD.