Tale of a Wounded Poet

With these eyes, all physical beauty was captured
with this heart, raging passion tore through
all of his being, embraced raw emotion
all in a tender balance and that world
came to a screeching halt when he said, “Enough.”
At the price for removing the pain,
the eloquent love was gone

Sentry towers guarded with archers
strung bows of logic, with arrows of reason
and brought down every perpetrator,
all in favor of opening the city walls
and uniting the masked poet
with his source

Something happened.
a dark cloud fell over the city
and the poet couldn’t even gaze anymore
plague swept the area
and everything decayed around him
If he didn’t leave, he would fall

Blindly he wandered his darkened facade
but with the aide of the allies’ flares
hurled over the wall
the destitute poet found his way to the edge.

Unable to find the door, to let the light in
he climbed.
he climbed for what felt like for years
until he reached the ramparts
and by a leap of faith, he lept
plummeting to the ground

By the grace of God, his eyes finally opened
to a woman, the golden haired lass, engulfed by the sun
As he focused, her long earthened locks
lifted him up and showed him his path

As he walked, she followed, and disappeared
followed and disappeared again,
but as he moved, his chest beat stronger
as his chest beat stronger, his fists clenched tighter
with his empowered hands he began to sprint,
sailing across the land, leaving everything behind

Once at the ocean’s edge, she emerged from the water
allowing him to drink, each droplet brightened his soul
This is where he found himself again
the poet’s inner light began to brighten

Now, as his roots strengthen, he will stand
for nothing but his love and as his love intensifies,
he will be a guiding light, and a force to be reckoned with