He was dying,
Still trying,
"Please be fine"
"I'll be there".
Her screams ceased,
His hopes deceased,
He tried,
Couldn't unbind,
"I'll save you".
A wind blew,
He felt empty
And so knew,
He lost her.
Couldn't fulfill his promise,
Blamed himself,
"I hate me"
"Why am I always helpless?"
"She never deserved it"
The fault wasn't his
It was meant to be this.
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