Woven Threads Weave My Heart...

They galloped away
Their heads held up high
With their swords ready at their sides

There was a man
Who rode like he was God
His face was like a mask
He showed no emotions other than victory

They whispered as he neared
Whether the rumors were true?
They looked at him in awe
He had proved them wrong again

His chivalrousness was to be admired
His stupidity to be laughed upon
Proving them wrong had been a mighty feat
Not that he didn’t vaunt in glee

Through the window she watched
The questions in her eyes
She waited until he and the other riders had left
And locked up for the night
She had heard enough
She had seen enough
And now that she could take it no longer

She packed up her things
And left without a goodbye
Knowing that when the birds will sing
And the sun will rise
She’ll be back once again

She hopped unto the horse
And flew though the meadow
And no sooner than before
She broke down and cried