We Weather all Weather

Tenebrous nights, encased in all black,

No longer bleed terror, for you have my back.

The tundra Antarctic; a blaze born in Hell,

No discordant weather dare wither my shell.

 

Send dragons, send demons, armada I call!

No army of malice could e'er breach my wall.

For love built these ramparts, and crafted this stone,

And imbued the magic that two souls have sown.

Your hand on my heartstrings, your lips brush my ear,

What God need protect me, when you slay my fear?

 

Reviews

[Avoiry]

I love the rhyme of this piece it just flows so well. It is really sweet too. A love that gives courage is a good love indeed. I do love your last line though but mainly because i have a biased view of trusting the living over the unknown variables. Nice work.

[Matt Sayer]

Thank you very much Lindsey! Personified faith is truly much more powerful than the ethereal :)

[Avoiry]

I agree completely with that statement.

[CoraZanini]

wow,well,this was exciting!

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks NonameRa! :)

[CosminDZS]

This totally reminds me of The Wall from ASoIaF from the imagery but walls are good metaphors and it seems as though its referring to a relationship. I'm a huge fan of anything winter, or tundra related so yeah, I totally dig it. Keep at it Matt,

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks Cosmin! I love ASoIaF too, Martin is a brilliant writer, and the imagery in the second stanza is actually inspired from that style of fantasy fortification. :)

[Eddie Davis]

A lovely romantic poem, a tribute to who I am sure is a fine lady. Well done, but you might think about capitalizing her name :)

[Matt Sayer]

Thanks Eddie! But I'm not quite sure I follow what you mean...? :)

[Eddie Davis]

Whoops, my bad -- I misread 'Armada' as 'Amanda', I thought it was the name of the lady that this poem was about. My mistake.

[Matt Sayer]

No worries :P