Waking to the trumpet filled air, 

The doves soar to the echoes of the drums,

He glances at his glistening sword and shield,

The muscles tense and the body goes numb,

His eyes fix upon her stare,

Shes his armour lying naked there.

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Heart sunk, let battle commence

Lust thrusts men to battle blind

The chink in her armour a vivid mind

Wielding his sword with want to win

She imagines blood on broken skin

And though at times she prays he’ll yield

She’ll be his armour, she’ll be his shield

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Standing on the front line, underneath the rising of the sun,

Today a thousand souls will be lost and a thousand will be won,

He holds her scent within a flower,

Glances back at the dream like tower,

Battle hardened and life scared

Chariots fly and armored men cry,

Now he feels the full storms embrace,

But he doesn’t need to close his eyes to see her face.

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Blood red sky on skin and metal

The warriors war 

In his path a petal

If the tower fell would it be rebuilt?

Would love survive or wither and wilt?

Wading through reeds and grass

She’d happen upon a field at last

In what could be their final hour

She smiled in the face of a yellow flower

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Standing on the field of the lost,

War is war and life never won

She is his light, the star that always shone 

He searches through a field of flowers, as the moon creeps into the sky

Her  armour is the reason why his heart didn’t die

Save history for the books and the memories etched in the grains of the sands 

If you don’t have a home then there are no distant lands

The city is saved and the tower stood tall

Sometimes life is the feeling of flying even when you fall