IN WAR, IN LOVE (01)

I write down the voices in my head,

For they hurt and weigh me down like lead.

I write of the works they have wrought,

For I can't get it out of my thought.

I write of wars raged and battles fought,

Of broken bones, scars and blood clots.

I write a thousand words with my ink blushed,

Of mighty men with lives and prides crushed.

I write of blood and innocence stained

By axes and rods that oh so pained.

I write from memories and encounters,

By virtue of stories told by the Countess.

I write of hearts battered and bruised,

Of young lovers who dined and cruised.

I write of love found even in wars;

Of young babes cradled in calloused paws.

A PEN for TWO