My little warrior
You have fought bravely, fiercely
Your blood marks this ground, tell us tales
Your buried bones, more moon than dreams
Rest
Mind your head, your heart, my lap
Save your smiles for when we wake
Cool your anger with my cold stare
You are, hollow, are you not?
Let my lips fill your lie
Praise your face, for not showing
Thank your eyes, for this contempt
Rest well, my love
At sunrise we battle again
In this crowded sea of solitude
With renewed spirit
Your tired, destroyed body
Aged and torn between the lines.
Morrow comes with eternal goodbyes
Don't fight this remembrance
Try to think of it fondly
For I have already
Forgotten