A Warrior of the Heart

A poem of love found in the toughest of places

A warriors crossing through the night

His hopeful journey transformed trite

A mere shadow of what he was

Reflecting diurnal all his flaws

With each step he further strays

A haggard journey that made him gray

Stumbling upon a murky forest

Ne'er a place for the purest 

A dangerous route he dared take

Through this evil he risked his stake

Wading through the muck and filth

Weapon drawn for a beast's blood spilth

Lowering his weapon to conclude the fight

A distant twinkle caught his eye

To himself he asks, "What doth thou see?"

He quietly answers, "A beautiful maiden facing me..." 

He points his blade to the light

As one lone tear rived from his eye

She beckoned him to her side

His mired stagger became a stride

The warrior marveled her silhouette

Wondering how he'll ever coquet

She's a painting from days long gone

A masterpiece of breaking dawn

This maiden sees only cracked oils

Yet this warrior knows she's his journey's spoils

Once was lost and now he found

The precious maiden his heart hath crowned

She touches the scars he had wrought

From the many battles he had fought

Revealing her own scars she thought marred

To her surprise the warrior awed

At the beauty he found in her shared flaws

Making this journey worth all their scars