Dying Soldier

A poem about unsaid words and leaving those who care for you hanging.

And he came to our city, to seek the gold.
And he stayed here just as was told.
He waited with patience for the word.
That it was safe to sheathe his sword.
Until his queen called him home.
That soldier he died all alone.

-Xaneria Ann | Feb 2016

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