A Do Or Die Affair

Broken and wounded with a bleeding heart, And still gasping for breathe, She forced out a smile and muttered something, But that wasn’t my name, An identity The name sounds strange, Undeniably, I was the only one there with her. She asked, “Will you die for me the day I will be sepulchered?” No, I came to the world alone and can’t die for you, A vehement answer And again, She beckoned on me to follow her, Perhaps, there is a secret to be revealed, I complied but didn’t see her as a wanderer, She is mysterious A couple of blocks away from where we stood, A bright light flashed on a pavement littered with skulls, Bones, diamonds, treasures, pen and papers, She said, “Choose, it’s a do or die affair” It was then I realized That the war to become a prolific legend has just begun.