by Medusa
© 2001 B. Howard, all rights reserved
In my dreams I still hear the night wind
And your cries,
You fought for so long, and
So long
You died.
The fiercest battle of wills,
I was scared to believe.
Your will to survive,
The signs I wouldn't see.
I denied your existence
From the moment of truth,
As you raged for my notice,
As a secret, you'd lose.
I relented, and knew you,
And gave you a name.
But the war was soon over,
And the loss
Was my blame.
My world ruled my selfish soul,
And I never heeded your pleas.
And though forgiveness no option,
I'm now on my knees.
My miracle is denied.
As I once denied you,
Until I held you too close
When it was too late to choose.
My face is streaked crimson
In the tears of the sun,
My dear, unknown warrior,
I wish that you'd won.
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