06 September 2014

Quatrain : brink of war

they were created that way by God's hands
the time had come and they kissed their last kiss
instantly knowing that they’d make a stand
death, lingering around like a vulture

waiting, quiet, like a malignant tumor
their love came with a price, sometimes poison
spreading as fast as a high school rumor
they focused their thoughts on the good and fun

mortals die they go to heaven, not we
their souls fly up on the backs of white doves
we die, all goes black and we cease to be
steal one more kiss I fare thee well my love

Quatrain : brink of war
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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