Babies of War: A Dream.

I had a Gears of War Dream. . . >.>  <.<

Babies Of War
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She comes to me in weakness,
our emotions very much alike,
strong and prideful but desperately in need,
she comes to me and death follows in her stride.

Her skin is so much different,
they'd kill her if they found her here,
of all the people she could turn to,
of them all - she has choosen me,
I who am not of her kind or reflection,
I who am of her pursuer, her enemy, and her reason to die.

She comes to me in swolleness,
our stomaches much too big,
caring and devouted mothers we should've been,
But she comes to me in death just as my baby came to me.

I saw that fire in her eyes,
and I knew then that she choose correctly,
yes I would give her child my swollen breast,
and treat him or her as if they were mine,
no matter his or her skin difference,
no matter his or her kind.

She came to me in tears,
weeping for me to save her child,
she told me she would care for mine,
and somewhere on the other side,
I know she loves my still born child,
no matter his skin or kind.

She came to me in weakness,
our sorrows very much aligned,
strong and prideful but desperately in need,
she gave her child to me and death led her to mine.