Paladin

The arena, the place where swarms of gladiators fought a brutal melee is now a vacuous realm where you are the only one, who still lingers; who still stands.  Time has dragged me away before I can honor you, champion, with a victor’s ceremony.  The prize is forfeited.  The dearth hallow is built with the mortar of truancy sand and ire rock.  I am sorry.  I envision you there, leaning upon the hilt of your blade, weary and confused, for you are estranged in that land.  The void of untenanted darkness roams my mind as you are there alone, vulnerable and unaccompanied while you rest.  What would it take for you to be comforted?

  You have conquered every rivaling villain, and I am not there to thank you with a warm embrace.  I am not able to give you the affectionate token that the lady in me longs to give you.  I have regrettably marooned you.  The army of minutes has bore me cruelly away, tearing me apart from you by the chains of obligation.  The fragments of my cry cannot be heard, for my smile blares its happy lie.  I dread leaving; I want a new paucity to unveil itself to my already breached heart.  Our closeness once upon a time, longs to be resurged.  What it take for that to happen?

I suffocate, buried beneath the prongs of time, each a torturous saw.  I cannot escape from this iron hearted cell, the bitter achromatized bars keeps me here.  My caliber is failing; my heart is drained of all its red essence.  The images of your tall frame, your lovely visage worn with battles past, and your ethereal eyes that once provided my heart the pillars to stand, but now they fade and blur as my own eyes swell shut.  My mind cascades into a delusion, consciousness cannot be saved.  My spirit shivers with trepidation as it undergoes raw lacerations of my hasty departure.  The flesh of my soul screams out as it is burned and grated; the blood pools where I collapse.  In my comatose, I drift into madness.  I am disembogued of any fleeting memory of you.  My ears face an assaulting gash by the cadaver of your voice; I have forgotten its symphony.  What will it take for me to fall prey to its siren again?

The black bleakness of the comfortless gap embalms my awakened state, I cannot move.  I face an antagonizing paralysis.  My inflamed eye sockets prohibit me from seeing anything but shadows.  The illusions that haunt the corridors of my mind cause me to be set aghast to the horrors that spook your silhouette away.  What will it take for you to stay? 

As I plunge deeper into the bog of despair, a broken and bloodied hand reaches into my nightmare.  I startle awake as warm cinnamon air fills my lungs, causing my heart to quake with a new vivaciousness.  You breathe for me.  I make a feeble attempt at opening my sallow eyes, but failure greets me.  I feel the slightest touch of cool lips upon my distended eyelids.  The sensation soothes my aching being as if acidic venom is extracted from my veins.  In its place, rain falls.  My eyes have been restored by the elixir or your palliating mouth.  I see you.  With new found vision, I see your soul.  I see your need to create the panacea I need to survive.  You have bled for me already, in so many situations, and yet you are willing to sustain my life until the last tear of yours is depleted.  Bloodless, you still manage to breathe, walk, and reinforce my trembling limbs.  You bend to selflessly serve, as a sanguine weak rag doll is lifted into your arms.  Rather then sending jolts of acerbating pain with every step you take, I feel waves of sincere affection being conveyed through my coiled fingers that grip your Samaritan collar. 

You terrorize my fears.  My solitude is trounced, yet I am afraid to let go.  Will I fall if I loosen my clutch?  What will happen if I fall to a malady again?  Will you cradle me even more fiercely than before, and heal it with a gentle remedy?   

Guardian, friend, and paladin, fight for me, fight a thousand fights.  You rapier will be true.  I have myself, no prize or bounty to give.  Dear heart, how long will it take for me to have something to return to you each moment you tell time that I am yours?