A caravan killed
A young boy saved from slaughter
He will
now learn swords
A strong argument
The people all must be
helped
Student leaves teacher
A question is asked
He
will kill for new era;
A scar arises
In the rain of
blood
The scent of white plum perfume
Brings a light to
life
Realization
Even a sad child can kill
Blame the
war, not him
Lonely pair of hearts
Find solace in each
other
Peace in time of war
The town is aflame
Rebels are
attacked in droves
All must flee the place
Seeking quiet
life
An apothecary now
Together they live
Visit from
brother
A painful past comes to light
Problems are ahead
Tragic accident
A beloved wife is dead
The horrors go
on
A cross to remind
As she wished, he will not kill
With
the war now won
September 20, 2005 - by Peacebunnie. I make no claim to RK. And I remove bizarre reviews that clearly have no tie to reality.