Wind blows chilling the air
Hair whips across bare skin
Eyes of sea fill with tears
The grass bends to the footsteps
His body lays still
Sword still grasped in His hand
A small body lets loose a scream
Others feel the touch of death
Lucky the wind spared them
Knowing very well next time
Could be the last
Golden curls spill across the dead One
The wind rushes through once more
Her body still
Hand uncurls a vial drops to the ground
The scream becomes the last breath
Rushing out
They sleep entwined forever
Heart
Mind
Body
Soul
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 7:49 PM UTC
Wind blows chilling the air
Hair whips across bare skin
Eyes of sea fill with tears
The grass bends to the footsteps
His body lays still
Sword still grasped in His hand
A small body lets loose a scream
Others feel the touch of death
Lucky the wind spared them
Knowing very well next time
Could be the last
Golden curls spill across the dead One
The wind rushes through once more
Her body still
Hand uncurls a vial drops to the ground
The scream becomes the last breath
Rushing out
They sleep entwined forever
Heart
Mind
Body
Soul
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