Old Soldier

He had sailed the living oceans fought great evil in the war, but inside the broken boundaries of his world, I found a scar, running from the massive mountain of his hero heart of hearts to the ever flowing fountain of the goodness he imparts, t'was the scar made by a maiden with a silver handled blade, slicing through foreverafter to the horrors of the shade left for dead the new tomorrows lie in tatters on the way to the memory of sorrows that she excised on that day, when at last she put assunder what no man should tear apart broke the vows that they were under and betrayed a broken heart.