Self-Inflicted Wounds

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The steam rises to the sky
Like a charging knight
Running, there is nowhere to hide
Only forward to the impending fight
 
The sun watches in haste
The wind screams to no avail
The clouds cry at their resilience
The trees swinging to help
 
They see the fear drowning their irises
Their lives flashes before their very eyes
Bodies shivering and shaking like a bad virus
Then in the air, just as the steam dissipates, a sword flies
 
Dreams long forgotten
Hopes long lost
Casualties present
Blood blinding
 
A blood vow given without consent
A binding promise they will break
It was something they never meant,
To give themselves up for auction for take
 
These ashes were a person
These bones were a living being
These pieces were whole
These tears were shed
 
Now you are decimated to a canister
Your existence formed into a necklace
A name hanging limply on a banister
A bouquet of flowers in a colorful vase
 
To commemorate you
To remember you
To have you
To be once again, with you
 
Above my heart
Is a start
To remember that
We are not too far apart