5 years ago. October 2, 2018 at 4:02 PM
A gentle breeze becomes a gale...
The bitter words fueled by fear...
We stand a moment....
I face the the breeze...
Then in that moment...
I fall to my knees....
Is this in vain....
One last time..
I long for peace...
The battle to cease...
But the warrior fights...
With his weapons so weak...
For her sharp tongue...
Tears his flesh...
Rips at his heart...
But just as he fades...
That feeling returns...
That strong light...
That far away dream...
For those lips dark red...
May snarl and hiss..
But when all seems lost..
Its a gentle kiss..
His demons remorse...
The warriors strength...
Is deep within her soul...