Deep down…waits a soldier
When the spirits color is …darkened by clutter
There is a whisper of a warrior
Inevitably followed,however, …by the curdling call of the taker
The pull from the straps of ankle biters
The devilish temptation to give in
And let the battle win
Two choices heaving…”child decide!”
He chose…to kill himself
So I could live
I will fight our demons
I will not quit!
He will be my hero
Leading… From afterlives abyss
Souldier Girl 