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When the sound of clashing metal is replaced with a gasp,
“You’ve lost my friend. Hush now, I’ll make your death quick.”
A laugh escaped my blood-stained lips,
“You've got it all wrong. I wasn’t fighting to survive…”
“Then why?” He bent on a knee, holding my head so I could speak
“I fought so you might find yourself again...” I choked with a smirk,
My words cut deeper than my fatal wound as tears filled his eyes,
Finding peace as I faded from this life,
"I never forgot..." He made his peace.
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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