The Mortal

Perfection flees
Left is flaws
Weakness
Points of pain

Daggers stab
Wounds of proof
Staggering
Live to tell

Conflict rejects
Hope of trust
Doubtlessness
Friends are found

Salty rain
Clouds the eyes
Waterfall
Dried from sun

Deception lies
Hole of faults
Misunderstood
Enemies then appear

Hidden trap
Snares the good
Hatred
War is proclaimed

Clashing swords
Souls that fall
Lifeless
Blades of blood

Lying still
Sky slowly fades
Approaching
The fearful end

Who's right
Good or Bad
Regretfully
I have failed

Faithful friend
Spies the form
Tearfully
A soothing touch

Nothing more
All is dark
Painlessly
Slip to nothing

The Mortal
One who dies
Inevitable
One who lives

This poem is © Rainflower