The Battle
None of the characters are meant to represent any person living or dead. None of the places are meant to represent anyone or any place in existence or not. All of this work contained herein is my own brainchild, and of my own creativity. Please do not copy to another website without my authorization. Copywritten: 2002 by John Francis
The battle raged, and the fire grew,
Kindled by the suffering of the mourners
And the dying, and the dead.
She cried out. Cried out in fear and pain,
As she was slow dragged
Away from the fray.
She could not bear it.
Being dragged away from her dying friends.
Screaming, 'let me go, let me go!'
To the dark shape that carried her to safety
She reached out, as she tried to grab a hold
Grasping at memories and experience.
Giving a loud shriek, she screamed her grief
And her sadness as her last sentiment
To those she had known since birth,
To the life she had known all to well.
She cried heatedly, and sobbed, and sobbed.
As the flame engulfed everything before her.
She had been spared, but she alone had been.
She was now all alone, all alone.