Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Being poetic again

Final Fight

Golden Sun shining bright
Starry skies and silver moonlight
Hour on hour, day and night
Feeling heartache's savage bite
He has left me, left my sight
Death has won the final fight.

Love was joyful at its height
You and me, we were just right
Then illness came to take your light
And so I've lost my Love's delight
And I'm all alone in my plight
Because Death has won The Final Fight!

Written by
Ilona Fenton

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