These wounds i stitch
as the pain comes back
my body begins to Twitch
But the strength i lack fight them back
so now fear my rage
as it had become more refined
so i take my thoughts to the page
by an angel of death its has been signed
so here i say my final goodbye
i look to see if this is my last fight
i then see a plain in which i lie
an angel you became so with your care the stars brighten.
Alas maybe a new path ban be chosen
for i may still find hope.
So in you're beautiful eyes my hate is frozen.
Maybe i can turn you to an angel of tender hope.
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This is a good one, Lochlan! May your angel follow your footsteps, always. I like this poem: -)