The Armor of my Heart
I stand out in the pale moonlight.
My armor gleams brightly
While I sigh into the cold night air.
I can hear the urgent stamping
Of the horses near by.
It is nearly time.
Soon, the rush of battle will commence.
Screams, blood, and metal.
All the sounds and sights of war.
So, I wear this armor
Over my heart.
Nothing gets in.
Nothing gets out.
I glance once more
Out onto the dark field
And prepare myself for one last ride.
I smirk in the darkness
As I mount my steed.
Soon.
Very soon.
I shall triumph
And die.
My armor gleams brightly
While I sigh into the cold night air.
I can hear the urgent stamping
Of the horses near by.
It is nearly time.
Soon, the rush of battle will commence.
Screams, blood, and metal.
All the sounds and sights of war.
So, I wear this armor
Over my heart.
Nothing gets in.
Nothing gets out.
I glance once more
Out onto the dark field
And prepare myself for one last ride.
I smirk in the darkness
As I mount my steed.
Soon.
Very soon.
I shall triumph
And die.