Here I lie.
I am just 2100 years old.
I have had many Names.
For my life I have fought and never lost.
This time is the end.
My Wings Clipped by my mate of 600 years.
At first I did not mind.
She showed me something that I though I had lost.
I smile yet she betrayed me.
I lie here dying again.
This time I will not survive.
The wound...A hole in my chest.
I see my life passing before me.
My mates, my son.
I hear a sad crooning.
It is my son.
Though I cannot see, I know he is here.
Holding my head in his lap.
I feel Diamonds tears falling on me.
He is A miniature of me
He whispers "daddy don’t die,I love you."
We normally accept and welcome death
Still he cries.
Though he is here.
Alone I am still.
No one to turn to
No one to be here to heal this wound
Alone I am.
The death blow...dealt to me but the sword held by my silver mate.
The Sword...I gave her as a gift...she used it to end my life.
All is dark.
So this is death?
- Title: Death
- Artist: blazewing76
- Description: i did feel like i died, probably would have killed myself when i got home, the lady i spoke of in here hurt me far to bad. i guess writing this kept me alive.
- Date: 11/06/2008
- Tags: death