My Friends
"A good friend remembers what we were and sees what we can be."
- Unknown
Standing with me all alone,
by my side until the end.
Ready to fight,
our last stand.
Heavily outnumbered,
all odds against us;
we glance, and look at each others' faces.
Knowing what would become of us,
we stand there; proudly accepting our fate.
Giving their life on the line, to protect one another.
Pouring their heart and their strength into the scene,
fighting them one by one.
Each soldier, falling to the field,
quickly with haste, they move to the next.
At the day's end,
they look at the open plain.
Wreaking bodies, and rotting corpses.
Overcoming the challenges, they sigh in releif,
knowing a true friend,
layed down their life for them today.
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