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never dying love |
by PoeticChaos | My dreams are fulfilled
As I enter your guild
I’m happy to know
That even in falling snow
I will be here
And will have nothing to fear
Instead I can live out a live of contentment
But then a threat is sent
We have to fight
Or our enemies will possess our night.
But even as we battle our thoughts rest on our friends
And those we consider our kin
Then a sword sings out
And we feel the stab of doubt
We fear we will never see them
Just as the light begins to dim.
I shed a single tear from my open eyes
And my heart dies
Dies for those who will miss me
And more for those who have kissed me
I think of the ones I’ve loved
And the ones that have loved me in return
And as I die
I want them there, for their souls I yearn
But as I take a single last breathe
I see the one I love the most go to his own death.
I want to help him to go to his side
To tell him we’ll be okay and we no longer have to hide.
But as our gaze meets
And he struggles to his feet
I whisper his name
And realize it is the last time I will see him
Yet even with a last breath in my lungs
I can’t bring myself to tell him I love him.
So as he cries over my lifeless body
My soul leaves and whispers ‘I love you honey’
And he hears me, though I don’t know how and I don’t know why
I hear him say that he loves me too and that he’ll never leave me.
But as that final battle goes on a doctor finds him
And takes him from me
He says to that doctor ‘can you save her?’
But the doctor responds ‘she is in a sleep of peace’
And they leave me there to rot and die
But I’m afraid that there is where I still lie.
The battlefield of my death
Is now a school for the blessed.
Artists, poets, writers, sculptors and more
Come to this one door
Then I sense a presence long lost
And I swear he stood there, covered in frost.
“How long had he walked?”
But I saw his grave, marked.
How could he be here?
Standing in front of me, right there
I must be dreaming
But then he stops next to the school,
Where he told me that he last loved me
I think to myself, “is this really my beloved fool?”
Then he kneeled and whispered words to quite to hear
But his love was all around me and it was all I could feel.
He said he loved my for one last time
And I shared with him that love of mine,
We went away to find a new love
But he knew as well as I did that I was with the white dove
And would look down at him everyday
And we both know what I would say
A simple whisper, just a breath or two
The words would escape….”I love you” |
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