Sense Sonnet - Acher

 When To the End

When I left you to go to war

The only dreams I dreamed were of

Returning home to you once more,

Reuniting with you in love.

When I was taken prisoner

And forced into a cold, dark cell,

For you I knew I could endure

All torture of me in this hell.

When my body, they tore apart,

And when they played games with my mind,

I always could look deep in heart,

And always there, you I would find.

And when time came as death does do,

Death gave me one last dream of you.