Living tears fall,
Softly landing
On his blood red hair.
No blood, now.
No sword, No sheath,
Only fragile life
Holding onto cold death.
The still world Mourns for them.
The moment is joined;
By the blood.
Their blood runs young
Drowning in sorrow,
For he is losing all.
He takes death in his arms,
Takes him away.
Life follows, slowly.
And they,
Life and death,
Lie in motionless peace
together forever.
And their young blood,
Their heirs and friends,
Mourn for them.
Their tears fall Softly, silently To settle like dew
upon the porcelain skin Upon the black Upon the red
Like water to wine they mourn the death of their loved
And they are happy In the light
Where everything is forgiven.
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Well, what do you think? I know it's kinda confusing, but it's the way i write the rest of my stories and poetry.
I'm living a lie! -me.