The Protector of the Unaware

THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE In the great hall walls sung with gold Silk threads reflect the free fed fires Stoked high to chase the brutal cold From listeners as they crowded round The winter nights wrapped round the thoughts Of raging bold and timid weak For in the starkness dark has bought There is a time for Truth tho bleak When hearts lie fallow with the fields Awaiting musty earth's spring call Tis time for dwelling in the past And staunchly facing life's downfalls Sometimes there stands a heartless man Who forced a virgin maid astray Fails to regret felonious act That crushed her blooming life that day But in the dead of winter's nights When sleep flies shattered with the storm The man without a conscience bite Is grabbed as terrors round him swarm Face of the lovely soiled—beguiled-- Sways not his faithless heart of stone But fear that swallows light from stars Swirls horror-- brands him man alone No faithless heart cares where it cuts No brutal lies attempt a balm But vengeance blows upon the winds To right the path of careless wrong Sweet treasured is proud Nature’s prize She guards the simple hearts born pure Tragic to her when anguish cries Sees evil treats them as obscure Sweet are the innocent of earth Fragile their hearts and tragic cares They have a champion, though unknown-- Protector of the unaware Victoria Anderson-Throop © 1/1/13