Brave Warrior

^{Brave Warrior POETRY/PROSE}



1. [MisLuck] One who stands trough it all

Not many years ago was a day when roses bloomed
wind was soft and cloud were pictures
Below an magic filled old oak was a woman like a fairy
Her laughter like the songs of sirens
Soft lips smiling a smile what made the sun shine
She had butterflies in her hair

Year one the petals dropped
wind like a hungry animal
clouds dark and stormy
And she walked alone

Year two the forest was torn down
She held a child in her
But when the oak died
So did the magic

Year three the world fell silent
She looked, but all turned grey
Even the flower she lowered
which was buried in sand

Year four I did not see her
I did not hear her
And no one even knew she was
Sun sets but it never rose in her eyes

She's but a young maiden
stretched face, lumpy and grey
Sorrow filled eyes, which no color loves anymore
I doubt nothing does.
I saw her coming out of her house
wet card box collapsed when she stood up

On that second
-disgust-
-remorse-
-pity-
-contempt-
all has gone
But she stood up
She said it would be all right child
I didn't believe
and I left

Year six she walked out of a white house
Two white dressed men held her
but she walked again
There was no hair to swirl in the wind
There was no card box to go
She took hands off her
and had win the war






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