Sam.A Poem by Aerthran DaerthA memorial poem to my dear, dear cousin who died at the age of fifteen of muscuar distrify. May he rest in peace.
Sam
There was no need for words. No simple or common pleasantries. We said hello with our swords, And that is the way I’ll always remember it. No hello, for there was no need. We’d continue where we left off, And the battle would begin again. Though you are no longer here, I know our game shall continue. It’ll just be a little longer till my next visit. So, my dearest friend. Wait for me, and keep your sword sharp. - Joshua
© 2008 Aerthran DaerthAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 28, 2008 AuthorAerthran DaerthHampton, CanadaAboutI write fantasy, sci-fi, romance and mystery. I love to write, and read. I spend most of my time working on my main series when I'm not pkaying video games with friends. more..Writing
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