His heart as her shield, his soul as her sword
every man now reduced to but gore,
she flayed them apart with no repentance at all
she knew that to win she must slay them all.
All that he knew was her touch, all that he needed was her.
To have and to hold her was nothing but fair,
he'd fight for her now, he'd fight for her then,
he'd give them all hell, he make their lives end.
She whipped her blade right, and swung it back left
gore and destruction were all that was left
she knew it could not end while their love was still strong,
the warriors heart, a truely special bond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem