"A life in which bleeds" Greta Hawkins (Part I)
Is it not the most fascinating thing
Through all the hatred and war the birds still sing
A solider dead, his body back in nature
His death an honor but knows no scripture
His mistress screams and her soul is soon bare
Had no legacy but left an heir
The heir grew, his heart leading his journey
His own wife a goddess of most beauty
They lived in a tree which his wife had chose
She found a nice place and planted a rose
With time came children, each lived on an arm
The tree sheltered the bloodline from all harm.
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