Oct 26, 2011


With heart in hand I bowed to you,
sobbing, seathing aching fire.
You cast your spear and off it flew
while grasping for you from the pyre.

Leaps and bounds I raise my sword,
slit my throat as I drew
Nothing measured, nothing scored
the blade so mighty meant for you.

In the dust of my despair,
you flaunt a victor's swagger
I ached to find you unaware,
blood dripping from your dagger.

Wiping drops of my own blood
with tears upon the ground,
My heart beat one last thud,
for the love I never found.

With heart in hand I bow to you,
my knight in shining armor
hard and long the days I grew,
because of you I'm stronger.

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