The Warrior And The Maiden Poem by Vision Ghost

Befallen was her demise, as of a warrior’s maiden
That such loneliness befell, this princess’s burden
Of a heavy heart that longed, again, for his embrace
And every evening sworn, the return of his grace

Encompass her anxieties, through many a knight
That stood upon a steed, of power glory and might
Her heart so stolen and held captive, by this love
Not even a word upon the wind, was of the dove

Innocence sensed, within her aching desperation
So young for passion, but too loved for distraction
That her soul throbbed, only for his days returning
From battle and bloodshed, her body still yearning

Silver armours he did bear, upon his mighty body
Proud as any warrior should be, to defend the glory
Doth slain he had, and the man would return a beast
For fear of her elders, that he seek her body to feast

But only innocent eyes, could see the love he had
Even from the torture of battle, driven utterly mad
Her fingers found his face, touch rekindled his heart
Power in the gentlest touch, sang to his loving part

Many miles, so much pain, yet her face to his eyes
Sought within his embrace, simplest jest to realise
That her yearning, of his return was never in vain
Discarding the words, of disbelievers of her pain

Soothing charms, to reach the kind lover she knew
Dreaming the day, when she held her hopes through
Of even in the longing of his arms, around her again
She looked upon the elders, with sincerest distain

For this battalion returned, he returned to her side
To stand as his queen, in truth, in honour and pride
Love did conquer and dispel, the agony of his parting
Within her heart, every moment was of his dreaming

This was the way of the knight, and of the warriors love
For every return from battle, upon the wings of the dove
That his heart, forever within her perceptions and dreams
Pure and true, as like the springs of purest, crystal streams