Dark woods
dark soldiers
brain washed by propaganda
to hunt.
To kill
and to extinguish, to eradicate.
Mein Liebling
don't hate me.
I am shielding you,
still loving you.
I am trained to act,
to build a facade of hostility.
You know I would never kill
mein Liebste.
He sat
reflecting shadows
that hid wounds in his soul.
My ear appeared to
receive sweet sadness
spoken by a dusty violin.
I stood.
A bullet charged through my brain
and they took him.
Meine Liebe,
I won't be coming home.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2015
