Authors, Writers, Publishers, and Book Readers
You came to me upon the fighting field,
from your sheath, your blade revealed;
and long and hard we fought all day,
but at the end 'twas you who lay
battered across the columbine.
And looking down into your face,
despite my dwindling well of grace,
I left you bloody, bruised, and weeping
deciding your life was worth keeping
for memories of when you were mine.