This is a poem I wrote when I was reading through some MSN chat logs. It's this old plotline I did in a roleplay not too long ago.

Seeing red, seeing black
Final battle, last attack
The virus came and destroyed many
Simply wouldn't spare any
Once infected, but gun in hand
A girl decided to take a stand
While they dueled, she infiltrated
To confront the bad guy, or so she stated

The girl's gun fell to the ground
She was in shock from who she found
The current love of her best friend
Was the one whose life had to end
He listened to her angry cries
And looked at her with mournful eyes
To protect his love he told a lie
And in the end, he had to die

The girl simply didn't understand
Why fate had dealt such a cruel hand
He threw away his love and life
Against his will and caused such strife
The time had come, slate wiped clean
The man showed her the horrid machine
The girl knew she couldn't fail
But each gunshot was a coffin nail

He thanked the girl and hugged her tight
His spirit becoming a guiding light
She promised him they would all be wise
And watched him go with grieving eyes
He departed with nothing but hope
That by not telling, his love would cope
Chances of his return now wore thin
A new battle would soon begin