Treasure Island

The Silent Sword

(April 2,1997)

Whispers


Using the air from my final breath,
Leave them behind, whispers Death.

Surrounded by eyes full of tears,
Soon they realize the growing fear.
After I speak, they burst in grief,
Falling to my heart, a burning leaf.

I look at you, and I shed my last tear.
Remember, I say, Those blessed years.
Fight for life, and fight for each other,
Promise me you'll move on together.

There is one last thing before I cross,
Please come closer, before I'm lost.
I must whisper to you the final truth.
I never really stopped loving you.

Using the air from my final breath,
Leave her behind, whispers Death.

Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2012
Edited: Monday, November 12, 2012
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