Fair Warriors Cry

You touched me
One touch
Wall crashing
Conquering smile

Fingers brush glass
Hand shaking
Mind reeling

Who is she
How did she get in
Battle scars fade
Who knew
Apparently you
Never I

You touched me
That is all
Let me beseech
Oh, fair maiden
Wilt thou, his lover be

Tears cried in dark
Long familiar scars
Glass shards
Dynamite under feet

You touched me
Who knew
Apparently you
Never I
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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