The Warrior – V

But a warrior in a war he was
Fighting for his love cause
He couldn’t fall weak
Not when he was so near to what he seek

No letters followed.
The warrior was soon with victory hallowed.
“Many a sun have passed”, he to himself said
And rushed to his princess with the news of his conquest.

Bleeding he was, his wounds still fresh.
But his heart was waiting to his princess address
All the pain would erase
When she would in her arms embrace!

He could now look into her captive lustrous eyes
Reinforcing and strengthening their love ties;
With love would he seek her forgiveness
For leading her into distress.

Opening the doors to their abode
He stood there with the support of his sword.
“Ï have come home my little poetry”
But the silence that replied was eerie.