Some poetry of mine....

On the round parts the soldiers are waiting in silent stillness. Waiting for their foes like statues and gargoyles. The bloody rage is seen in their eyes and stance. The battle already won in their hearts is projected from their minds on the castle grounds below.

On the other side of a distant hill, another army is seen marching in countless stride on foot, horse and cart. No one stands as a leader, they walk in a group as a parade of victors. Flags and banners are flying high against the wind while swords and sharpened poles are raised in anger on this morn.

But lo, in the castle sits a fair maid who morns her love on the other side. She morns his death as it fast approaches. Clutching in her hand an auburn lock, close to her heart, close to her breast, while every breath is breathed as if it is the last while she awaits her lover's destruction.

In the field he doth march, glancing down to look at a tear stained note. He raises his head with bravery renewed, waiting, searching for the beacon to his heart.

The forces collide with a thunderous sound, and foe against foe they rage.

Our warrior proud and fighting freely, battles his way to the castle grounds, to where he can see the tower that claims the spirit that calls to his heart. One heartbeat, then two, and a flash of a pale face in a window is seen, a face he knows so well. His goal is clear.

There she sees him fighting through a path that is covered in blood from the madness of his intent. A pale hand is thrown to budding lips as a close encounter nearly spent his life.She rushes from her perch as cries from her ladies are heard in the back of her consciousness while down the stairs she flees.Down, down are those stairs, endless and foreboding it seems while she winds her way on fleeting feet. Each of her heartbeats echo all the passionate moments they shared, memories she clings to as daylight finally signals her release.

At the door they meet, a combination of metal and muslin while oblivious to the danger that lay hidden behind in the castle keep.A loud grunt and a startled gasp is given as they both look down to see the object of vexation. Protruding from them both is a lance, thrown in the throes of madness and jealousy of the rival lord. An action that both made is target and denied him his prize.A rage of impetuosity is heard as the lover's eyes meet. They kiss an eternal kiss. Breathing their last breath as one until they breathe no more, but are bound as their souls fly to heaven. Watching their death's embrace, they glance towards heaven, and are free.

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