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it was unfortunate, when it happened to me


The woman was fragile
a slip of a person,
maybe just a passing thought.
She was struck down immediately
as she tried to say hello

She lay there, illuminated,
like Injimanja
sitting on the daylight.

All he wanted
was to leave.
But the warrior faught

Maybe the warrior was
graceful, or
insane
Doubtless,
he was brave

He wouldnt surrender her memory,
it was precious,
he knew
As swords danced on the wind
and he tiptoed around death

A great battle scene erupted
her body was torn to shreds.
He mustered up all his wisdom,
fear and recklessness,
Dove into the heart of the enemy
it was black and cold

He cried out
for her beauty,
her memory
to live

His screams filled the mountains
and the trees
Just one of a million cries
After a million centuries
they all sounded the same

Years later, nobody
told the story.