I held my sword,
across the dark,
Fighting my fears,
to keep the spark.
Back and forth,
My arms did stride.
For once not thinking,
of my pride.
All I carried,
on a heap of tide,
A swallowed lump,
And my tears in hide.
No knight to lead,
No vision ahead,
Let alone wait for a savior,
I had no Armour on my tread.
But on I went,
For miles and miles,
With a gut clenched jaw,
And oozing biles.
As I strike my sword,
For one last time,
A light shone bright,
And enlightened my crime.
A familiar scream,
escaped through the dead.
Making me realize,
I killed my beloved.
