She kneels, unable to move
As she watches the warm red pour from him
She fights back the tears
But she cannot stop the brewing brim
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Tyler, Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. See my poem, Never Ending. Warrior, take a knee and say a prayer.
I wish I could fully grasp this one, its captivating but im missing the last piece. im sure its open to interpretation but your words really speak to me and i want to find out how exactly you think, what makes you tick.
Jay, I think the last piece is about the woman finding the courage to carry on. She is able to let the man rest, she is at peace with his death. The man lays in a pool of purple which is the mix of the blood (red) & the tears (blue). I like this poem a lot, there is something innocent about it and this purity is really touching.