poem about a man going off to warand his wife is pregnant with his child. |
The Baby Forged From Two Souls the blade weighs heavy in my hand the glint of sun reminds me on my finger lies a band I breathe deeply and compose myself I pray to the goddess for my health As we march I dream of her That I will make it back I am sure I dream and think of her womb I pray I see it before I enter the tomb A child waits on my return to see the baby I do yearn I walk, the city now in view the sky a deep blood red hue I grasp my blade and say a prayer I ask the gods that hope is there The opposing troops begin to yell They faught as though they were demons from hell We raised our swords and faught back little did we know of the behind attack Arrows rained down, and killed us off my life did end with a cough and as I died, I did think why did I leave while she was on the brink I left her alone, and my child too my heart dripping that red hue I said to the gods a final time my lords, I know it is my time protect my child, let it be let it turn out better than me with that the light did stop and his soul reached out for the top at that same moment was heard a scream A rushed and hurried team a pool of blood, a mother dead as did show the baby's head the baby was born, and the baby will live for our souls combined the gift of life we give |