An Unfine Day

Soundly safe,

Was the promise unkept,

The ways of life,

Now, so unkempt.

Down the hill way,

Over the side,

A promise was made

To keep her alive.

He knew; she knew,

It was true,

His words to her,

Were not to be taken afluke.

"Too far, too good,

To be true,

The bonds that binds me to you."

She had agreed, 

With those sparkly eyes, 

All in time, 

Would she realise..

Beguile and empty, was the life

She wanted to leave,

Dilatory or bizarre,

No matter how the new one would be.

He said yes, 

to take her along, 

The journey to Iraq,

Was just so long!

They'd stayed,

They'd prayed,

They'd hailed,

They'd loved.

Never to leave,

Each other's side,

 And never to get,

Out of each other's sight.

Everything was perfect,

Everything was smooth,

Not one scar, 

And not one bruise.

All until that day

Night walking in the park,

Oh, they loved the stars too much 

to be afraid of the dark.

No, no it was a pandemonium dark,

No mercy,

Just laid out,

everyone apart.

There were people,

With guns,

The civilians tried and failed,

To shun.

The streets were red,

The sky had a tinted hue,

Her eyes turned to him,

Panic turning them deep blue.

His solicitude, 

Shoved him up,

He had to hide her,

Before more trouble usurped.

"No, wait!" 

Were the words she cried in pain,

 How could she let love, 

All go in vain?

Because she had him to save...

He broke down,

Fell to his knees,

The black clothed people,

Close in a heed.

She acted out of instinct,

And impulse, driving her

She held him up, with as much strength 

As she could bring up..

She was then shot,

On her thighs,

But still,

He was alive.

Stifling a cry,

Her tear, heaved down like a boulder;

She looked at her thigh,

The blood gauged from deep inside her.

They came to kill,

So they will kill, 

Not him, 

But her.

Soigneé, she had been

Soigneé, she will be,

With a little Boadicea, In her,

That she had never seen

For she stepped in, 

At the moment she gained,

Between her husband,

 And the shot gun..

...and he snapped his eyes open in alarm.

The gun had shot her, 

In the heart,

Which was made of her,

So sweet, kind and smart.

Her plan was successful,

They never noticed him behind,

His grey eyes so clueless,

Yet so beautiful and divine.

Her last words,

Simple and clear

She wanted him to

Be aware.

 

To run,

Save his skin,

But in his haste, 

He lifted up her chin.

Gone she was, 

And gone theywere,

The black clothed monsters,

The grotesque sinners.

She had saved him,

All out of choice,

He wished he could do for her,

Something that conjoined, that devoid..

He hid and stayed,

Till the rescuers came in, 

With no one to remember,

His wife's requim.

His wife's sacrifice...

No more would he see,

Those beautiful blue eyes,

Not again, would he see,

That incredible smile.

The memories,

Of that massacre,

Always remained.

For they had killed so many,

All the young, and all the paled.

As for him, he lived,

With the memories of her,

Not willing to marry again,

Never willing to love.

Just living years of hatred,

For those 

who had shot her,

 In cold blood.