-War: A Poem-

Rain falls like thin blades
killing all hope of beautiful light.
With a sharp inhale I realize
this was the same type of night
when my true love fell

a bleak December morn
I think back and know
that no matter what I do
his name will always fade
from my minds eye

come and gone
lasting forever
with a breathless sob
he comes back then goes
with going, he comes

cannons fire and I see
though red flame
that with the sparks of war
my love is gone
but never gone from me