Shrouded in her armor,
She walks amid the flames.
Pronounced as the victor,
They give her many names.
She returned victorious
And yet she sheds a tear.
For though it was tedious,
The battle had been dear.
For she found love so sweet
In her own battlefield.
In the war, there they meet;
'gainst pain they've had no shield.
She fell for her own foe,
One that she battled with.
And yet she struck the blow
That made him but a myth.
For him, she lamented,
Though through him, she had won.
He was all she wanted
But kill him, she had done.
So with weapon in hand,
She starts the journey back
To the cold, distant land
Though her love it may lack.
And so closes the tale
Of a love so tragic.
Hear elements bewail
Of love that lost magic.
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!
