Part 4
During the time that life was sweet,
There wasn't a day they didn't meet.
Within each other's arms they would lay,
And stare at the skies to pass the day.
But once the day turns to night,
It was time for him to fight.
Bounded by duty, he does the deed,
Even if it's for his master's greed.
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The Boy who cries blood
PoetryA story written in the form of verse, I'll post a part a day, enjoy :). Note: This sonnet is dedicated to my friend Athir, I miss you bud. Hope you're happy up there.
