Written By John P. (Rick) Boyle
On a day my final battle was fought..
And I had heaved my heavy sword..
Into a halo of masked shadows…
I went down on my knee to surrender
To find my tears had forsaken me..
Just when I thought I needed them..
For before me was not a reflection..
Of the dead ~ But of the living…
Once a dream…..Now before me..
Standing with my sword in her hand..
Twas a Morning Dew ~ Whispering….
“Rise my Knight…Take thy sword”…
“I need thee to take me across ~
The battlefields…To take us home…
Back to where our time began…”
And as I rose… I took my sword..
Whilst taking her heart inside mine…
And took the world that was ours…
© 2018, John (Rick) Boyle. All rights reserved.