The Ultimate Price

Ali Van Zee 11/11/10 She knew what she had to do On this day of days Of War and Remembrance. She had to broker A peace of sorts Though peace will never be what she will find In the carrying out of her task. And not of her choosing It becomes her only choice. For she could never deny The one who filled her heart With words of love. She recognizes his peace will come but never saw the cost to her. Until, wearing the moon like a crown, She bowed her head And let them tear out her heart And soul.

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