A Warrior's Tale
From darkened sky he turns his eyes aside,
a haunting poem lifts his heart to you,
since you're the one with whom he can confide,
and flying whispered wishes fade to blue.
The changing colours of the day transcend
a bloody red beneath the warrior's mail.
No friend can mend death's gnash nor change its end;
a vein of hope eludes this mythic tale.
His tears track rainbow's hues across the sea
where you awaited colours of his lance,
the deep blue eyes his princess cannot see
will never get to cross the bridge of chance.
His death knell rings with mem'ries that he's failed,
the dragon - named Reality - prevailed.