Fallen
She fought the good fight
against the shadows.
We were tough but
they were tougher.
Side by side, we
took them down.
One by one, they
fell around
us; but then
they rose again.
We blinked; we were
engulfed in darkness
blinded by black; then
a scream. It was not me.
She fell at my feet
surrounded by red
instead of black.
The shadows parted, having
gotten what they came for.
Crouched; my tears fell
upon her. Broken, my heart
ached as I tried to revive her.
But none but one final
breath was taken as
her life slipped between my fingers.
Heaven will welcome her.
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