She, being the daughter,
The embodiment of the moon
Was possessed of all things
Called fair and lovely
For her eyes were set as gems
Within a field of soft white
And her hair, sable, satin, serene
Shimmered as a spiders’ silken thread
Amidst the morning dew.
And for her beauty didst all men
Seek sorely after her
Yet not of love but of lust were driven
And thus the darkness crept upon her
Desiring in itself to consume her innocence
To steal from her that light which
Shone endlessly from her heart
Leaving her broken and hurting
And longing for love
Thus her life and light were spent
And so it was that she laid herself down
That she might leave her body
And resign her spirit to the abyss
That place of darkness found
In a life lovelessness

He was, as it were a knight
After the old order and the old code
And for many a year he fought tirelessly
Against the darkness
Felling many of its dragons
His wrath un-doing the wicked found in life
Ceaseless though his efforts were
A world which favors the darkness
And the failing number of his kind
Had left him aged beyond his years and wounded
And his helm was stricken and his shield broken
His armor no longer shone but was rusted and worn
And his mighty sword dulled
His arms ached and felt heavy
As he tried valiantly to wield his blade
His body wracked with the pain of countless wounds
Began to succumb to weariness
Thus he leaned heavily upon his sword
And of fatigue took he, a knee
And resigned himself that he wouldst
Find him a hill and there fight
Until his breath left him
And lay himself down and die in darkness
For such was the fate of fading knights
In a life of lovelessness

And so it was he sought his resting place
And found her lying cold and still
The moon’s sweet and lovely daughter
Upon that last green hill
Thus courage crept into his heart again
And kneeling he reached out for her
As she reached out for him
For he was still a knight you see
And not all her light had dimmed
Knowing naught about her
Himself wiped the tears from her eyes
And wrapped her arms about him
And held him for a while
And through the wounds and the heart ache
Both began to smile
And her eyes began to sparkle once more
For she had longed for him and he loved her this she knew
And whispered softly in his ear
That she did love him too

But the hounds of the darkness and its dragons
Came quick and near they drew
And she gave to him one last kiss
Before their lives were through
“My love…” She said
“We found each other I fear to late.
Lay here with me before our fate.”
The thought of losing her gripped him
And a sudden madness of anger
And sorrow washed over him
For her love had conferred such strength
As to bind his wounds and his heart
Thus slowly to his feet did stand
And his face was youthful again
And shone as it were the noon day sun
And his eye seemed set a flame
His skin was bright and red as burning embers
And his hair was black as a midnight storm
The heat of his wrath flared
And his sword melted at his feet
And his armor fell from his chest
And stood a juggernaut,
the tempest made manifest
And dragons fled before his wrath
Still he stands there, alone
That the darkness may not pass
Nor touch she whom he loves.
The Red Tiger

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