I've seen the blood splatter of who I've loved more than anyone fall on winter snow, spring flowers, summer rains, fall leaves.
My mother, killed as she protected me as we fled through the snow.
My sweetheart, killed as I tried to protect her honor in the spring fields.
My wife, killed as the rain fell at the same time as my kingdom.
My child, killed as I tried to protect them as we fled through the leaves.
So much bloodshed, so much pain. I'd swap with any of them in a heartbeat, and they'd all same the same thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment