Counting Seconds

2 more hours, till the final night

Oh darling, I’d hoped you’d see the fight

I tried and I tried, but forever my people go unnoticed.

I am no king, no queen

I do not rule

I am a pawn, but I’m just as important too.

1 more hour and a half.

The half is just as important as a whole, the cow equal to the calf

The ones who made me, then denied me.

“We did not raise you this way” then who did?

You cast me aside like i could never do to you

Because I love you.

One more hour,

A single flower.

My lover, my dear

Hold me close, I cannot bear to be alone

As darkness falls I whisper your name

I will require a rose, a single flower

Dark red like the future that awaits me.

This is no poem, but a note

One half hour, till I awake

From this nightmare I mistake for a life.

My friends, don’t cry

By the count of three, my pain with disappear.

Count with me, my friends

And remember

I will see you again

Three,

Three friends, destined to meet.

Three lives, forever entwined.

Three hearts, whose bonds strengthened in time.

Two,

Two people, bound by fate.

Two lovers, who forgot the one left to fend against shadows of hate

One,

One rose, placed on a rock, as cold as the hearts of those slain in battle.

I don’t want to die