In Pursuit of Love [An Original Poem]

alchemage (66)in #poetry • 7 years ago (edited)

Through fire and brimstone,
he allows his soul
to be set aflame
as he marches among
the sulfur fields.

Alas,
the soldier may be broken,
bleeding,
and bearing a war torn flag,
yet,
he gallantly braves the next battle;
for the maiden
that is his soul
hath cast upon him
a spell of love
and he doth hear her singing
through the rain.

His armor,
handcrafted,
forged by his calloused hands
and the crucible of his Heart,
18,000 fold titanium,
Fear grasps him merely but moments
as he journeys onward
encountering danger.

No dragon may abate,
for his blade
would fell a redwood
in a single motion;
victory always met
with closed eyes,
clasped palms,
and ancient songs.

Prayers are never offered,
though,
he expresses gratitude
and affability
in the presence of gods,
no thing is his master;
So he dines with deities,
laughs with spirits and sprites,
speaks with trees and herbs.

No thing is his master,
but through eternity
he continues to fight
for Her.

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