Far in the dust,
Risen light.
Caught my eye,
That shine of scent.
Deep amidst the rubble,
Of my fallen foes,
She stands,
Triumph to her breast.

Our eyes meet,
Over cold steel.
Blade to blade,
Hilt to hilt.
Same being,
In two half’s,
Drawn to the same fight.

Along the battle field,
Walking tall.
Only survivors,
Death to love’s wake.
Down blood soaked isle,
Her veil of black.

Lust that night,
On bed of conquest.
Joining of perfect warriors,
Equal souls,
Loving hearts.
Destiny’s blade,
Wielded by two hands.

09/23/2007