21 Guns.

21 Guns.

A Poem by Ellie W. Montreal

One, twenty-one guns. Lay down your arms, give up the fight.


Were you there last night,

In my dreams so bright?

In the meadows holding my hand?

I dreamt you walked away,

And you couldn't exactly say

Why you left me alone here to stand.


You were there last night,

Now you're gone to fight.

In the desert holding a gun.

I dreamt you would come home,

And you wouldn't exactly know

What home was, even if you were to run.

© 2009 Ellie W. Montreal

Author's Note

Ellie W. Montreal
The word "Bright" was used to describe how pale the person is.

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That's kinda sad, for someone to come home and not know what home is... well, I'm not quite even sure I know where home is...
It does remind me of Twilight though, and I'm not sure whether that's a good or bad thing.

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Ellie W. Montreal
Ellie W. Montreal

The Sunshit State!, FL

i'm Mychelle; you can call me Ellie, if you please, & i'd prefer you do. ツ i'm a poet. a really creative one. i also do photography. which i love more than anything more..