It was over
Had been for years
The planet was lost
To the enemy
The world at an end
We had our deaths
Knocking on our doors
Now
We fought for six years
We were now nearing eighteen
And our near eighteen years
Were gone
As we took our last breaths
I noticed six rose petals
All hanging by a thread
Reluctant to let go
A gunshot rang out
Ax was gone
One petal fell of the bush
Another shot
Marco slumped over
Down came the petal
A third and a cry
Jake was gone
Cassie soon followed
Two more petals floated down
‘I love you,’ he said.
Gone before I could repeat
Gone was another petal
The final shot
Pain
I saw the last petal meet the ground
And one single glance of the rose bush
Bare