My Love, My Life
Come to me my Knightly Prince
with the sword you galently fence
On your steed you proudly ride
The battle calls you to its side
I await, your lady fair
as I twine my golden hair
I dream of you, my heroic sire
your memory fills me with desire
I long to see you all the more
to kiss the lips I hunger for
All night and day I long
for the arms that held me strong
Men are returning from the fight
Oh, how dark is this night
My heart pounds when I'm told
you lay upon the battlefield, cold
Alas, this just couldn't be
Your love, is your promise to me
Grief stricken, to my knees, I fall
Ranting and raving, your name I call
Holding sword of tempered steel
Can what my eyes see, be real
He comes, my heart skips a beat
I am lifted, swiftly off my feet
Lost I am in his embrace
then I look upon his face
Behold, alabaster skin, I see
The metallic smell of blood, on me
Pooling, congealing, as it flows down
turning scarlet, my silken gown
Clothes crusted with grass and dirt
my lover has come back, hurt
Slowly he came withering with pain
as the life from him, did drain
to see his lady, he had to try
knowing he was soon to die
Sinking slowly to the ground
he reaches, without a sound
Hands as cold as hardened clay
I see him slipping further away
Quickly I unsheathe the fatal knife
without my love, I'll have no life
As he breathes the final breath
I join my love, my life, in death
Copyright © Karla Null | Year Posted 2009
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