In the cradle of like i offer up my soul, i release my armor and hand you my heart.
beware for i am tender as a child guide me with your grace and your guiding light.
This old soldier is tired, shaken to the core for life has stolen my sword.
I ask not for wisdom, courage or stregth,.. Just a safe place to rest my soul –
free from the demons, curses and visions of the past, free from the monsters – that search for my soul..For a thousand years I have wandered this world – chased by ghost, guided by angels. A knight to some a devil to others.- let me rest my head one last time next to your beating heart, let me feel your calming – touch one more last time before the rains start to fall and wash away my dreams.- with hands shaking, heart full of fear, i come to you in the mornings night and beg for your heart, your body,…..my soul..
To be continued….