I've done it again. I've gone and written another poem. It's a bad habit I know, so please forgive me. At least it's short.
This is Quatra's father's thoughts as his son goes of to fight. I've also tried very hard to write this as a sonnet. This is because we've been studying poetry in English, so this is partly my teachers fault.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters so please don't sue or set Relina on me. Coz that's just evil. This poem is mine however and I you take it I will hit you over the head with a virtual baseball bat.
You know, this disclaimer's longer than the poem...
Note: something went wrong with this the first time I uploaded it (It ended up with part of someone elses Farscape fic on the end), so I'm trying again.
By Enigma O
Don't dress your self for battle, my son,
and maybe war will pass you by,
If I can make you turn your back,
Then, maybe, your eyes won't have to cry.
I have no strength to tell the truth
That you so need to know,
The light from which you once were born
And how I loved her so.
So now I ask you,
Hide amongst the crowd,
And when they come to choose,
Please, don't stand forward,
don't be brave,
You're all I have to loose.