The battle is over.
Be still now,
my child.
The blade is ever descending.
Don’t cry,
lay down your sword.
Such beauty
is still now.
In my arms,
you lay,
Oh, child,
your battle is over
and my–you’ve become
so cold.
The battle is over.
Be still now,
my child.
The blade is ever descending.
Don’t cry,
lay down your sword.
Such beauty
is still now.
In my arms,
you lay,
Oh, child,
your battle is over
and my–you’ve become
so cold.
Mercury The Scribe 
Woah Mercury. I JUST wrote a poem that matches so perfectly with yours it’s wondrous! It’s still not published but seriously! Mind clash 😄
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Really? xDD
Let me know if and when you post it. I totally wanna read it now!! ❤
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