The trusting soldier, reflecting all

Silver hue

Pure as the peaceful surfaces

Undisturbed by the ripples of time

Vanilla is her scent as she fights to protect

The conformable yet unyielding

Gold flashes

Protective as the jealous shield

Yearning to be the brilliant weapon

The aroma of citrus fills as he aims for the kill

He who entrusts a piece of ancient horror

Yet his trust is already bent

Now separation pulls them to blindness

But her fear halts his dark descent

Faith has been found...but can it be kept?

I need some sleep...this poem is possibly the worst I've ever put up... Anyways, critique, whatever. I'm so tired... :|

(See if you can guess what book this is based off of!)

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