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She
lead me by the hand,
out
into the middle,
of
the darkest, deepest forest
that
she could find.
Lead
like a lamb to the slaughter.
The
smell of blood was in the air.
The
blood of self, soon to come.
Fully
aware of my impending doom,
I
followed.
I
trusted her that much.
She
judged my end to be of that day.
In
her judgement, I did trust.
The
time was at hand.
I
submitted myself,
to
the earth from which I came.
To
my knees I did drop,
my
usefulness, depleted.
The
feel of the
cold
blue steel,
press
to my head.
Bang,
then bang,
and
bang,
and
bang again.
The
deed was done.
Her
will was done.
She
turns and walks away.
Lifes
force flowed freely
from
my mortal wounds.
My
lifes blood,
It's
scent filled the air.
It's
taste filled my mouth.
In
an instant
my
life flashes
before
my eyes.
The
will to live
it
sees a purpose,
a
purpose to live.
A
child, a child,
who
needs his father.
I
gathered up what little strength,
that
I could muster.
From
somewhere deep inside,
I
found this strength.
And
out I crawled,
on
my hands, and
on
my knees.
My
lifes blood rushing,
gushing
from my wounds,
all
the while.
The
hardest thing I ever had to do.
But
do it I must, for my son's sake.
For
my son, and self.
I
know not why
I
had to die that day.
But
I now know
why
I had to live.
It
was my life
that
I saved
on
that day,
and
I am back,
and
I am better
and
stronger than ever.
She
reaches out her hand to me
from
time to time,
for
she now sees the worth in me,
that
was there all along.
Why
for a time she could not see it,
I
will never know.
All
I do know is that
I
could never take hold of her hand,
and
walk through those woods
in
trust with her again.
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