Still a stark reminder

Of the life that was but is no longer

All so hard to wash away

The hopes and regrets of yesterday

Carrier of life force

Yet metaphysical, not the source

Paints quite the alternate story

When not coursing through the body

Even in death, not relinquishing

The story of life -secrets un-guarding

All Truth be told about death

That at a loved one's request

More avenging is needed

For blood that was so violently shed

So what is life but blood to live

The will to be alive and the willingness to give

Not the question 'what is life?'

But "Who are you to dictate mine"?

The End

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