My Best Friend

Standing...

Sword drawn, low & ready a world away

Idecisive thoughts make a quivering hand

Tears tremble at the sweet anticipation of the strike

Unexpected foresight raises the blade

I watch in paralyzing awe, inable to im-brace

That dagger of death that will seal my fortune

The slow thrust pierces deeply into my soul

Sorry runs thick as blood

Anguish bellows to the heavens

Falling silent, tis not I I hear

The voice of my dispatcher deafens my ear

Passed my lips, as I meet my end

"What an honor to be slain by you"

My best friend

Sunk

Emotions fall torn like a storm battered armada against the rocky cliffs of a deserted isle. No one to bare witness, no one to mourn, no one to lay this soul to rest...

forgotten.

Listed amongst the lost, not living or proven dead, forever ambiguous, pondered on, then...

forgotten.

For what forelorned and cold sworn vow provokes, to launch my ship to foreign shores? Only to be remiss, rend asunder in fog along the way, and...

forgotten.

Lay awake in my murky grave, remember one who'll sing my song and praise. In her steadfast years and lonely tears I will never be...

forgotten.