Passions Warrior

Slain lies the heart of innocence, a vanquished warrior Of passions flame, melted is his shield of honor, this Gladiator whom sacrifices all for pleasures desire. Cutting deeply, do the knives of betrayal, leaving raw Wounds exposed to the chilling air, of sorrows fallen Hero, whom elups forth crimson tears of emotional Regrets, in this arana of the broken hearted lovers. Steels weapon of faith, melts in the weakened Hand, as strenetith medusa turns upon him, shifting Him unto the stone heart of loves lost soul, leaving Behind a monument of gray. The concurred romantic ceases, the last true bard Writes no more, this lytrical man journies through The valley’s of the shadowed heart, clinging upon The light of hope, yet unarmoured this soldier Battles blindly in the dark. Maidens fall before him, kneeling, yielding, Their inner being unto him, but the reddest Rose petals possed before him turn blackish, Unto his memory of faded elegance. The wind still whispers her name in the Darkness, the stilled frangrace lingers upon The breeze, the softness of her fleshes coreses Lies beyond his warmth finger tips. But one another worthy shield maiden will Revive this fallen foe, and no force in heaven Or in hell shall separate these beating souls. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN