(Thou art in thy castle Thy art in thy sky Thou art in the towers Pointing up to the sky Thou fire from the windows Thy smoke in the air Thou fire has begun Thou had one there. I just made that poem up )
Jade: "one cut for each of the guys that hurt me" I grab another knife and cut along each of my cheeks "one cut for each of the guys I've hurt"
Jade: "No! Now I've hurt Caleb again" I grab the knife and stab it straight through my hand I run through the forest trying to get away as tears pour down my cheeks but I'm slow because of the pain.
(The gunfire like thunder The smell of cordite in the air The early morning shelling The dead soldier laying there The grey uniform of the man Lying on the ground The gunfire like thunder Yet he does not hear a sound.)
*runs after jade and stops her* Jade! Stop! Your killing yourself! And that's killing me! *grabs her knives and throws them away*
(The poppys on the battlefield The men under the ground The dead are not forgotten But do not make a sound There is two minuits of silence After the cannon fires But these soldiers died for us They did Chamberlins desire.)