THE
FREEZING WINTER
This
place so battered and forlorn
The
battles won and lost
At
much cost
This
world now abandoned
Forsaken
Deserted
By
the people of the land
Scattered
across the spanses
Was
all that mattered!
Still
does matter
They
have lost their homes
Their
lands far and wide
The
mass destruction
Of
the terrorists that roamed
And
pillaged
Their
dejection
On the face of the young warrior
He stands at the ready
Sword in his hand
Raven flying, flying above
Watching, watching
With eyes finely honed
Never daring to take his eyes of his friend
But watching around
For dangers, perils that might come to sight
His friend knows
He will let him know
The warriors guardian, protector
Right by his side
Ears pitched
Eyes slanting
Eyes so red, red
Bloodshot
Inflamed
Fuelled
His emotions showing
Glowing
There will be no one get past him
He will endeavour
He will labour
Belabour
All who try to get past his friend and companion
They travel along this treacherous
Road side by side
Now and forever
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
18th November 2012
All Rights Reserved
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