Warrior

It is about the tortures of love

In times of old warriors fought vicious beasts
Who's mere size and temperament instilled much fear
However, as time has passed
and myth and legend become just that
We witness a greater warrior
Who with a firm and upright stature
could have been believed to be born of stone
Yet beneath that strength a heart glows
Fuelled by a deep and encompassing love for its challenger
Silently this champion stands
As the shrieking echoes
Its resonance restrains
and our victor is temporarily imprisoned
Their freedom although simply obtained through force
is never sought
But rather they remain captive
Until its sweet villain ushers their release
Although often wounded, the touch of the bitter cold is most intolerable
It is not the galvanised steel of armour that glistens in the noon day sun
But a single tear
Stubborn in its station
Never to retreat
This story of valour can never be told
as it belongs to no single individual
Within the maelstrom ff circumstance
There are those who shine brighter
in comparison to the darkness
Especially as the darkness threatens to enshroud.