For Love And War.
Sheets taken. Dreams shaken.
He's making way for the exit.
She's waiting; Retracing steps.
Foot staying next to his neck.
He awakened with a sword in hand,
and words handled by a cut tongue.
Spoken or swung he brought truth.
Notes broken, pen opening wounds.
Voice swollen, slowly strengths going.
Hope knowing he'd lose hold soon.
Facing death. Embracing depths.
This place is laced with regrets.
Grace pacing, chasing breaths.
Erasing faith with no traces left.
A word. A sword. A cut. A verse.
This is war. Epic. Tragic. Unrehearsed.
A heart. A curse. A touch. A cure.
This is a war. Quiet. Silent. Unheard.
They fought the lessons taught.
Agression bought, while time forgot.
Love lost in rhyme, they thought
the clock stopped, caught in distraught.
Hands choked, emotions evoked.
Notions planned to float, got soaked.
Land close to throats, provoke quotes.
Open letters wrote in coal; stoked.
Those prose known, in flame; spoke.
But burning hearts go up in smoke...
Passion piercing. Intimacy held fiercely.
Near his ear; severe memories screaming.
Hearing her sincere, clearly. Leave merely
the dreary years here, revered desparingly.
A womb. A seed. A wound. A breach
This is war. Breathing. Bleeding. Unwarned.
A man. An angel. A God. A birth.
This is war. Detached. Relapsed. Unearthed.