His armour whispers
In tightness
As his aching form
Parts from it
His flashing mind
Plays in travel
From enemies
From bloodied soil
His sword had spoken
That day
As he thought
On her words
In chilling respect
Never did his foes
Know such of fury
As she danced
As she seduced them
Closer
Ever closer
Oh how she longed
To lend her touch
For him
Always for him
They say in fire
On her making
A voice had uttered thrice
Dreigiau briodferch
Dreigiau briodferch
Dreigiau briodferch
It came in rushing wind
To feed the flame
It cast her birth
To be his bride
For making the world
mF
(C) MarkFlood2014
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