Halberd
Scarlet tears running down my auburn skin
Dressed for battle, I take up my sword
Preparing for the worse
Looking for a charm to ward against the curse
War torn fields & tattered hearts lie in my wake
Reading signs, looking for wonders
Praying to a nameless God--all in the name of love
Built for comfort, I become the physician of broken dreams
A dark mist rolls in on the highway of despair
Drowning out the light, strangling the air
Holding my breath till the pain desists
I pierce the night with salty tears
Hoping for another chance to start again.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2010
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