Ah, the lasting battle has come to a close,
The beaten soldier walks meaningless off the field,
Casting one more glace at his reflection in the dim red liquid.
What a sorry fellow,
With his head held high,
What a sadness it’s really mine.
My heart struck cold with a look through my enemy's eyes,
My eyes bleed at his tragic soul,
Growing so delicate so beautifully old.
His wasting wish is to lose his pain,
And I am the genie with a sword in my hand,
Now his buried in the desert sand.
Oh how my heart beats futilely,
Casting this tragic glow,
Ending it all with one more final blow.
I am the swordsman.
I am the reaper.
I am the old man, and his keeper.
This is a suicidal death,
My final curtain call,
My soldier's lasting fall.
A contest entry
- Final Good-byes by XXStOlEn-HaLoXx.
450 points, ended April 2, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - depressed by serenity silvermoon.
450 points, ended April 4, 2007, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow
this was a great poem and very out there and i am very consured to no if this person is still alive and i was woundering if who ever wrote this if we can be friends if we arent allready thanks for sharing and god bless
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Thanks I appriate your concer. However I am very much alive, I just have extremely dark thoughts
Also, I'd Love to be your friend
-Amiee
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This is very good! good luck in the contest...
love alwayz n foreva
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