5A Warrior's Love
A hail of red:
Blood and fire.
For the red of your rose, love.
Metal and wood
Tearing into flesh.
Nothing made sense,
Only death's threat
As she came jealously
Trying to take me away from you.
Trying to take your clean world
With no fire or blood or dread.
I will not let her.
Not her shafts of burning torment,
Speeding past me,
Missing by a hair's width.
Not her sharp line of metal,
Slicing to steal my heart
Away from us.
None of them will take me.
Or take your beautiful world.
Some fell to her spell. Horror and agony
Voiced in moans. Screams.
No ecstasy in her seduction.
I cannot count
How many times have I come inches close
To death's kiss
Then
And Before
Whenever I fought.
I preferred your kiss, love.
You open your eyes
To pure, clean white.
Smile. They were but nightmares, my love.
The only reminders of that world
Are the faded scars on this body
And the visions imprinted on my mind.
I fought for you to
Live.
Live!
Live in this bloodless world.