The Dragon Sword.

The_dip_stick.by Michael P Clarke30 Jan 2014

Pick up thy sword
Ready thyself for the battle
A silent word
It is held on life-less tongue
One feeleth the fear
Shalt I feeleth thy Love again
I looketh on thee
Sorrow dost filleth mine heart
Comest into mine arms
Mine goodbyes I speaketh to thee
Silent tears falleth from soft brown eyes
Comest mine Love
Take mine hand and walketh with me
Where our final kiss awaits
Goodbyes shalt always be said
When the warrior breathes in battle
Tears shalt always be cried
Worries they shalt be shared
Men doth dream
The light of life is waking
Walkest with me mineLove
To the postern gate
The Dragon Sword
Once more ready to join the fray