He wore his failure like naked Leaves exposing his soul. She wanted to take away his pain, Set sail to it on the river and ignite The fire that would eventually Burn away his missteps.
He wanted her forgiveness above all, For these were her lands, her home And her realm, and he was grateful She allowed him and his kind To live here in Henislight.
He looked at her dripping in his Own disappointment, shame and Grief. His weary eyes looked upon her Magnificent wings, nails and fangs. If only he was half the warrior, she Was, the small band of his warriors laying Dead at the forest edge would be alive.
She wanted to tell him that his failure Isn’t the type of clothes He’d have to wear the rest of his life, That beyond the backstabbing Whispers and snickers, It was important for him to get back Up with his courage whom was his mistress. Show off his mistress to the enemy and lead his Army to the war to end all hellish wars of the Old Era.
GF Poetic Wisdom | When faced with insurmountable odds, take off your mask of emotional defeat & wear the one that breaths courage. ~ Gabriel Foster
