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I float across the
Misty shoreline; an
Ethereal glow as my light.
It wasn't before long
Did I spy upon a handsome
Young soldier sprawled
On a crimson tattered cape.
Even on the verge of death
He gathered the remainder
Of his strength, flashing
A weak smile my way before
Using his voice; I had to lean
Forward, my ears prickling,
To hear out his strained words.
"What is your name, blessed angel?"
To which, I bowed my head low
And kissed his blue tinted lips;
My breath tickled the gentle
Shell of his ear, whispering this:
"I am the mistress of Death."
It was too late though -
He closed his hazel eyes for the
Last time, never hearing me.
And so in the dense morning fog
They carried their fallen brother-in-arm
With his cape wrapped around,
Sealing him inside a dead cocoon;
Their voices raising above howling
Winds, merely singing as one:
Oh Lord, taketh his spirit,
Bring him to the noble abyss
In which he came from long ago.
Misty shoreline; an
Ethereal glow as my light.
It wasn't before long
Did I spy upon a handsome
Young soldier sprawled
On a crimson tattered cape.
Even on the verge of death
He gathered the remainder
Of his strength, flashing
A weak smile my way before
Using his voice; I had to lean
Forward, my ears prickling,
To hear out his strained words.
"What is your name, blessed angel?"
To which, I bowed my head low
And kissed his blue tinted lips;
My breath tickled the gentle
Shell of his ear, whispering this:
"I am the mistress of Death."
It was too late though -
He closed his hazel eyes for the
Last time, never hearing me.
And so in the dense morning fog
They carried their fallen brother-in-arm
With his cape wrapped around,
Sealing him inside a dead cocoon;
Their voices raising above howling
Winds, merely singing as one:
Oh Lord, taketh his spirit,
Bring him to the noble abyss
In which he came from long ago.
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I was kinda inspired by a headline I saw in a newspaper earlier on when I was merely skimming through it.
It said "They carry the fallen bodies for the hope of a better Ukraine."
This got me thinking about some creative ideas. One of which was what if the last thing a soldier sees before dying is a beautiful young woman
This got me thinking about some creative ideas. One of which was what if the last thing a soldier sees before dying is a beautiful young woman
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Beautiful. Really haunting imagery! Interesting how the mistress is like a calm but watchful Grim Reaper