All For Her
His muscles they burn
The mind takes a turn
His cap is so wet
Soaked from all the sweat
Crouched beside the pyre
Burned by searing fire
He’d done as he’s told
Found by that to behold
Beauty that is seen
Glimmer like golds sheen
He can’t recall when
She laid next to him
Shirt sleeves much too long
Racing thoughts be gone
Fabric screams when torn
Woe all hope forlorn
Silver fins weaken
Brilliant gleam eaten
Trembling lips are pierced
His demise coerced
Copyright © NATHANIEL ROGERS | Year Posted 2025
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