Fallen Knight

The battle had been fierce, his wounds had cut him deep;
beneath the mid day sun his eyes dimmed, craving sleep.
He’d ridden many miles to lay in her embrace
for she called to his heart; leading him to this place

And when he fell, she held him, gently to her breast,
soft hands against his face as she urged him to rest.
With care, she bathed him in the tenderness of tears;
as in silence she cried, and brushed away his fears

Saying I’ll wrap you in love; protect you from harms;
cradle your weary head safely with my arms;
my tears will wash away the blood of your wounds,
sleep, my Brave Heart, sleep, as I sing winsome tunes

Your battle has been won, now you’re safe here with me
I’ll nurse you and love you for eternity.
And as she held him near,  he took his final breath
for she was heaven sent — the angel of his death.


february 2005
Janet Reid