Immortal Imperfections

Bereave Not

There lay her dead hero, embedded with metal,

In his head was a bullet but his soul mettle

Rings of black, laid seige to her eyes,

every condolence forged to console was garnished with lies

She stared into the void ,she stared at the walls

she could still feel his soul wandering in the halls

A gust of wind swept her hair,

she then heard a whisper "Dear, beware

for I would remain with you in your soul

but if you continue to tread this path,  you will never again be whole.

so dear do not bereave 

for now I take your leave".