Hello dear readers,
This may be amongst the last FB tales I write, who knows…
It all depends on the amount of time I have these days and more importantly, if the muses do continue to inspire…
I certainly do hope there will be more. :-)

As always, I appreciate your feedback.
Cheers,
Lucise


He Is But A Boy..

He is but a boy…
Gentle of spirit
Sensitive of heart;
A tortured soul
Warped by pain
Laden with grief
From yesteryears.
He became her son
Her youngest,
Her little one
Embraced to her bosom
Forever in her heart..
She became his mother
His first true hope
His first love;
A glorious twist of fate
In his dark, sombre life;
Guided by her radiance
Drawn to her warmth
Like a moth to a flame;
His guardian angel..

He is but a boy…
The secrets of his heart,
Music from his soul
He strums away
On taut, shiny strings…
Now his tunes are mellow
Sad, soft melodies
Ode to the departed angel
Who rests quietly
On a cloudy pedestal,
Her soft wings folded.

He is but a boy…
Craving manhood
Desiring the will to fight,
To become a warrior
A worthy avenger
Undaunted by fear;
A valiant soldier
Courageous in war.
For her -
Nothing is too good
No price is too high,
No life too precious
Not even his…

He was but a boy…
Gentle of spirit
Sensitive of heart;
Here he lies,
Unmoving like a statue.
Tears from their eyes
Fall on his cold face;
Red streams flowing
Melting, tainting
The snowy white bed.
He is deaf to their cries
Impervious to their pleas..

He was but a boy…
Driven to battle,
A fight to the last
For a departed angel.
He was but nineteen,
Full of newfound dreams
Full of life, hope;
Too young to die…
A weeping angel
Hunkers down
On her cloudy pedestal,
Head bowed
A prayer on her lips.
She longs to raise him
Draw him into her wings
Into her light, her warmth;
To take him home
For good this time…
He was her youngest,
Her little one
Embraced to her bosom
Forever in her heart..

(300 words)