A Brief Poem by a Dying Warrior

An unloved soul,
Best to raise an eye to Earth,
As his heart is at best,
Unburdened.

 

Hmmm...lemme ponder this one.
Not sure I like -unloved-, but then again it works with -unburdened-, in fact that one word alone could stand as a poem by itself...it works.

 

Ah. But it was a wise gunslinger that once said, in a moment of emminent breaking: Even the damned love...


eMBeMLaHV!