A Maidens Tears
The swift hoofbeats of the pale horse.
The heavy breathing of it's Rider.
The rushing breeze carries them onward,
Ever closer,
To the battle.
The shimmering of the maidens dress.
The menacing blade of Evil's dark sword.
The crack of wood as the Rider enters,
To rescue and save,
His lady.
The blade to blade and eye to eye
Dark Evil and great Rider fight.
A desperate swing, when blade meets flesh,
The Rider falls,
First blood is drawn.
The maiden's scream with Evil's laugh
Ring in the hall as a sound of doom.
The Rider rises and releases his knife,
Destroying the heart,
Of Evil.
The maiden's tears on the Rider's wound
Drive th pain from his burning skin.
The lovers embrace, oh union sweet.
He loves and carries her
Home.
Copyright © Lisa Henderson | Year Posted 2005
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