Till Death Poem by Kathrine Philip

A stand against the wind,
To sheild our tiny kin.
As long as I stand by him
I know we shall win.

The greatest stories are based
Upon a hurt mask, a true face
Equiped with a sword
And the writters words.

Hope hides by her father's fur
Nathaniel stands by his word
To keep my leg warm
Just as will come in his term

The gift from God, the Lord up high
With a love out stretching the sky
Holds me tight by his side
In a fortnight we shall die.

'Till Death'