The hour is nigh

The warrior once brave and strong
contemplates the hour
that moment in his psyche
when his spirit found a flower
unabashed creating in him,
the truest desire
to walk among the angels
not fall into the fire

her visionary creation
her honourable wake
stirred in him a lasting love
for all creations sake
the warrior had met
a warrioresse, and well he knew
that they could fight for all they believed
which they both wanted to do

but somehow he led himself away
from the gold and silver, he
realizing above all else the possibility
that if he ever lost her
through his own senseless ways
amiss with grief and and a sad belief
and a contemplative phase

he never again would find peace
which cut him to the core
with all its sweet uniqueness
inside he felt so sore
how rapidly his being did fade
for among the thorns
the swamp came closer
in his breast
for darkness soon adorns

the spirit, it soon languishes
which surely now would test
he the warrior aware
that his strength had lost its zest
he sunk down on one knee
his cries were heard
for all of time
he, was so beside himself
was there any rhyme

or reason left to carry on
he knew that he alone
had not the strength
to fight them
like the strength they both had known
when she was with him
steadfastly and creatively she gave
that lasting power
but now his world
HOW NOW COULD he be BRAVE

the elements around him
all lying around his feet
a broken soul whatever role
how could he now beat
sullen, sensing silence
superimposed with grief
a plea
in that one moment
cried his heart out, he
hopeful he might see
and share her light
and somehow be

the moon shone from the heavens
the warrior in view
clutching at the frosty air
with little left to do
pale as the early morning light
that comes before the Dawn
hopeful that her petals
would rain down and he be reborn
heartbroken in so many ways
creatively we see
a child who met an angel
and she showed him so much light
she made him a much better soul
she took him from the night
and gave him so much caring
so much gentleness and verve
but in one ghastly episode
he rather lost his nerve
it wasn’t out of malice
for so much care he bore
it just was one sad moment
which cut him to his core
the hour is nigh
the moment
if all else fails then he
may wander as a cloud on high
and never again be free

of the guilt that he created