Loss
By jasonresno

This is an old poem of mine I decided to transfer to this account since it had never attained a review.

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Loss.
On the battlefield you drew your weapon
Wielding it high and nigh
You slash shoot and fight your head off
With nothing but pride.
Yet whence by accident
That time comes to thee
Where thou are thrust into darkness
Missing by an inch, the weapon it does, I watch you grow cold.
The weapon had missed
The most fatal of parts
But yet it still trumps your king of hearts.
You breathe heavily, begging for help
Yet not a one can help you.
You do not exist; you are nobody, fighting a war that nobody knows has happened.
You fight in secrecy, the shield of nite at your side.
In this saddest of moments, you feel massive pride.
I watch you die.
I stand by your side.
I murmur words of romance.
For I am your true love.