Crusader
What happened to the stories
of men that came to see her at night?
Some had wings
and even took flight
to her window.
Some were brave
and went off to fight.
Some had vision
and created sight
for their people.
There is always one
though that stands above.
Crimson red
a heart of love.
Often becomes
the woman's dove
after he's had his sorrow.
Bring the man
that travels in wind.
Fights the devil
free from sin.
Has such love
Intelligent too.
Can make the
Oneness
out of two.
Crusdader of a
giving land
Has such magic
in his hand
to take
but not destroy.
His life is to enjoy
After good deeds
After the good seeds
are planted.
Copyright © Rosalie Risley | Year Posted 2005
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