a young wise man

With an army rising up,

Fighting for life or death,

There a wise man stood,

Young and beautiful,

But yet so smart.

With loss and brokenness,

He stood strong,

A sword through his heart,

He might be dying.

The young man’s weapons fell onto the ground,

But with arms wide open,

The wise man let goes.

Until memories of immorality

Flood through his veins,

Silence screaming out her name,

Eyes wide open,

Lying between life nor death.

Lying in between nowhere.

An angel perhaps,

Or maybe just a friend,

 As the wise man might be falling for,

With dancing and laughter,

How she wore flowers in her hair,

Embracing her soul.

A voice saying,

“Be strong, I will save you.”

But as the dreamer she was,

Destiny changed its way to best,

For all to know,

She might have found what she was

Long lost looking for,

A young wise man,

Needing to be saved.

A moment so true,

A moment so pure,

A moment not to be forgotten,

A moment of afterlife,

Or a moment of life as we know it.

A second chance and everything changes,

They made it easy,

Yet fell so hard,

Hope-

Might be all they have.

There a young man stood,

Young and beautiful,

But yet too smart,

He survived!