This essay is a sequel to the latest Lion Hearts Back Story by Maree Ward Russell, which may be found here!
What malady this, the betrayal in lines, as would carry your heart while breaking. What words as would bring wound without blade or blow. As hangs my breath on each in flow, I weep in flood the shadow about your soul.
While burns in amity the blaze of my affection, as bound kindred by devotion, I feel your throes. Such weight this, the tide as would pull in tether and carry you from me, the rush in ache and burden of tow.
Be still in dreams, each held in reverence of the moment, gilt by touch and lost to the ardour of flame. Know my heart, for it rests in your keeping, safe from that which haunts my soul.
For I yield in the restitution of iniquity and suffer the malfeasance of kings. We stand in God’s name, corrupt by word and driven to transgression of faith. I am measured in blood and charged by duty, while judgement be my name.
In the misdeed of fools, I am forever damned the harlequin – servant to word and master of folly. I repose, penitent to absolution – in expedition of thy grace, as longs my heart and pleads the mercy of thy love.
As would Pharos bring light, I am carried – taken from storm while held clement by elsewhere. I breathe as would be the breath of summer, I feel as is your touch. While step in tread may distance bring, our hearts shall beat as one.
Guard thee well, as fate shall suffer not my falling and soon shall come arrival – the smoke and thatch as when I left, while cherry blossom break free.
I shall tread once more the joy of being and hail in greeting, your grace. – Your loving arms and warm embrace, your touch so warm, shall be.
Forever your servant,