Poetry - "Promises"
Promise me.
The whisper hovers and hangs between us
A ghost, a mist in the dark
Promise me we will die like heroes
Traversing the globe on a quest for buried treasure
Or battling pirates on the high seas
Promise me that our last breaths will bear words of honor and truth
As we laugh in the face of our fate
Promise me that we will fight apathy with every last ounce of strength in our bodies
And when they commit our flesh to the earth
Let the angels welcome us home as warriors
The whisper hovers and hangs between us
A ghost, a mist in the dark
Promise me we will die like heroes
Traversing the globe on a quest for buried treasure
Or battling pirates on the high seas
Promise me that our last breaths will bear words of honor and truth
As we laugh in the face of our fate
Promise me that we will fight apathy with every last ounce of strength in our bodies
And when they commit our flesh to the earth
Let the angels welcome us home as warriors