I remember our first war
The way the tears fell
The faces of our angels destroyed
Haniel cried please leave me alone
Raphael begged let us find a way home
It happened here
At azure
Unsure
Willing to stand again.
I carried her home
Blood soaked stone
I hear a trumpet play alone
A Melody forlorn
Asleep
I wipe the grit off your lip
A soft kiss
A word slipped
Fret not Sweet child
It is done.
©muertomihi
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