The Warrior Girl

The dark hair

Cascades over her shoulders.

She steps without care

Off the pile of boulders.

 

She draws her sword

From its sheath

And comes forward

To address me.

 

“I’m a friend!”

She stares long and cold.

How can I defend

Myself from her hold?

 

She puts her sword to the side

But doesn’t set it down.

I want to flee, to hide

But she has a contemplating frown.

 

“I know”

Is her reply.

She turns her gaze low

But her eyes remain dry.

 

“You’re my love”

She finally whispers.

Her hair I tug,

And then I kiss her.

 

She could have

And probably

Would have

Ended me.

 

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The only difference was

The compassion on his face.

I knew because

He couldn’t leave that place.

 

He stared me down

And I knew him.

I looked at the ground,

But I saw right through him.

 

He would understand,

Because we were best friends

And tonight we sit in the sand,

Not even needing to make amends.

 

We can’t live without each other

And it’s so sweet and pure.

He’ll never leave for another

For he was my disease’s cure.

Author's Note

reviews?

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I thought it was an interesting story and I enjoyed it. I actually liked getting comfortable with the perspective, then having down become up and up become down. I like being thrown for a loop. The relationship between these two was magic. It is a work you should be proud of.

[ATG]

That was a good poem, but there seems to be a problem with it. The poem starts off as someone describing a lady, but about a third of the way through you seem to shift to the lady's perspective describing I assume is the guy. Allow this was an interesting effect, it was a bit jarring. Also one minor typo. "And I new him." I think you meant knew. Despite it's flaw, it was a good poem and it was entertaining to read.

[Sometimes Blood]

wonderful poem