The fight is over

The fight is over

A Poem by Saurin Corvinus

The blood stained moon
On my cold dead hands
My sword in the ground
And my knees in the sand
My soul lost, never found

Pierced through the heart
But not by arrow or spear
By love and peace
Her face I wish near
But truth makes a crease

I fought for her
Till her heart ceased
Not disease or petulance
But my own hate
She died for my sake

© 2009 Saurin Corvinus


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This is... sad.
Especially "truth makes a crease".
I like it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can feel the heartbreak in this piece. It's stunning. Love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Saurin Corvinus
Saurin Corvinus

Susanville, CA



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I'm a 18 year old ready for the world ahead of me. I mainly write poems and songs but I'll delve into a story every once in a while. I am a Martial artist, and I just started parkour. As you ca.. more..

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