My Maiden Fair
My Maiden Fair
‘Tis a distant memory, far from what I may remember
In a cold deep darkness, in winters long lost December
Some forgotten farewell, lost, encasing his very soul
Where many a tale, true or perhaps mystical be told
Many battles rage, though these struggles be not mine
Lost many brethren I have, in uncounted struggles divine
My mind falls into a prism, lost within my maiden fair
Till the day comes, within all the lands finds no despair
Traveling with my tattered, adrift, battle weary band
Carrying home with the still and dying eyes of every man
Though my mind find a better time, lost within the eyes
Of my maiden fair, and of the love that symbolize
Long ago, and so very far away
As I travel into darkness, dismay
Longing for, perhaps one last kiss
For a lost warrior, no tears amiss
Looking up at the vast and wondrous sky, this lost nigh
Each burning breath he takes, soon he will die
Fleeting, the last beat of his heart, last gasp for air
Smiling, as if he were looking into the eyes of his maiden fair
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2018
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