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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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((This poem has given me more than its share of trouble! When I first wrote it, I fell in love with the way the first verse flowed. Then I realised that it flowed because instead of rhyme, I had used the same word! Vexed, I decided the flaming thing could stay that way, and wrote it to be so. Then when I was delayed in posting it, I lost the last two lines and the last word of the second line. Frustrated, for surely no line can ever be re-written exactly how it was, I finished again. So, without any more ado, my troublesome poem.))

 

Silver eyes glistened at sunrise,

Taking in the new light of day.

A cold wind swept up from the east.

She was doomed to die this day.

 

Her jaw was clenched bravely

And her eyes were now cried dry.

Her love watched from afar,

Face covered in blood, now dry.

 

"I'll always love you." Words hung.

She nodded, gestured with broken hands.

The guards pulled her away rougly,

Yet another death in their hands.

 

She knelt before the altar, heavy death.

She looked up and saw the red sun.

Her youth-silver hair caught is light.

The guard's sword raised, caught the sun.

 

Her love cried out and fought

He was hit again, blood spilled.

Chains protested his force, crying

All tears now being spilled.

 

She turns her head slightly,

The red, the sun, the silver.

Her eyes meet her loves- swish.

Blood red now taints the silver.

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