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.