It was an act of purest love
That required her to **** him . . .

The bond between them was forged
Over so many years of going in the same direction—
Fighting the same fight
Siblings alike in manner
Muse and cause

Her eyes were like spear points
               Spinning in carefully veiled compassion
Over what she must do next

He lay still as stone
Looking now as he once had before . . .
Her pride slipped then finally dying in Angry Joy
Savage and sharp as a Bitter Molten Sword

She deeply knew this Blood Price must be paid
But the balance of things Lost Forever
Stilled her hand a few moments longer—

Favoring him with calm examination
She was at a loss for words
But there was no one to tell anyway—
And once done would haunt her ever more

So with defiant resignation
And tolerant acceptance
She clamped it all together
And did what she had avoided for much too long

Her counsel cleared . . .
Her actions deliberate

Then against the bronze-rose colored wall
A woman’s silhouette breathed—
Moved

And quietly Pulled the Plug . . .