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Dragons, Brave knights, ladies in distress
You sit on your bed, eyes wide
You listen and ask, trying to understand the story
Of our ancestors and why the Dragons died.
Your red hazel eyes seeking only the truth-
'Why did it happen?' What can I say?
The only reassurance is a pat on the head
'Why must you leave?' You ask in dismay
I answer truthfully- 'Because I have to
Take care of Mother, be good while I'm gone
Don't worry, Shatei, Big Brother will return
But if I am late, don't forget to go on
Remember our stories, remember our times
Remember the garden where we walked and played
Remember our mischief, our laughter, our tears-
Don't ever let our memories fade.'
I, in turn, will remember you, Shatei,
Your laughing face, your unruly mop
One day you'll grow tall, strong, and handsome as well-
I pray you remember me like this, rather than something I'm not.
Forgive me, Shatei, I don't mean to sound
Like I'm begging Fate for my Death
But I feel we'll be apart for a very long time-
Remember I'll love you until my last breath.
*Shatei, according to my online translating dictionary thingie, means "Little Brother" If you don't believe that, or have a word you think fits better, tell me and I'll sub it in, k? R/R!! ~Sir Lady Sketch~