Duo

For hundreds of year,
Stories of valor have been told,
Warriors and Heroes; men of the young and the old.
An old pastime where children have sat
And listened to their fathers and grandfather recant.

But what was taken out of these stories of these men
Their souls so true that in death they ascend;
That for every valor and victory abridged in their minds
There was the thought of a true love left behind.
Every drop of blood lost, every wound tore apart
The hero battled endlessly; pain tamed by his heart.

Every battle fought and won over evil and its fans,
Is lost without a love, a woman to sturdy the hand.
Interesting, no, how almost all of a warrior's life
Depended on love and affection, a girl or wife?

No matter the enemy, strength or size
The loss of love and his heart causes the hero's true demise.
For if a battle was fought with tears in blank eyes
It is unlikely that the hero would emerge alive.
A broken heart wars more and more viciously then before...
Is it to seek death, a final rest with a cold sword?

Mayhap the fury of the thought of lost love drives him to fight
Filling a once warm heart with bitterness and sinful spite.

Or could it just be even under his cast remorse
Under the bitterness left by the living heart creating her own course
Under the thought of old, happy memories forgotten and maimed
Under the fact the emotions and heart of the hero is split twain
Being sheltered by aims, beliefs, and morals that easily blur
Could it be that he lives and fights...just for her?