To Wield A Tame Heart
By: ILuminaeris
I found him there in the evening stillness,
His hands as cold as his frosted blade.
His steed's breath fogged the dim thick air,
Her black-pitch eyes reflecting the stars
Still yet to shine amongst the glade.
I hear her whinny, shrill through the fog
And the echo of hooves click the cold jagged earth.
Atop this beast my warrior rides.
Into the velvet groves, the reins cutting his hands,
His aching legs tight, around a loose saddle girth.
I'll never be his fair-eyed princess
And he'll never call my house his home.
His heart's too wild to learn to tame.
But I dream to be his dark-eyed damsel
So I don't have to cry my nights alone.
On some nights when there is no moon,
I think I see his sword gleam then
In ghostly starlight refracting shards,
Glitching the forest in diamond blades,
Then for me to blink and see the fog there once again.
His sunset blonde hair curls damp on his face
And his blue lagoon eyes reflect rippling pain,
But under his gauntlets, his hands stay unscathed.
Everything about him is a story still untold,
Every scar, every gesture, every faded bloodstain.
I want to touch his wind dry lips
To moisten them tenderly with my own,
Following his echoes across quiet mossy meadows
To dance secretly under a soft willow's veil
And for him to show me a heaven, wild and overgrown.
I cry to feel his dew-hot breath along my tear-stained cheek
But his untame heart, so easily I could break.
My only comfort is his sword's sad song
As it casts its spell to clash the darkness.
In dreams I hear its whispers till dawn's fiery wake.
So warrior sheath your frosted white blade
And ride away from your thorny glens.
Instead wield you untamable heart
And let the sun cleanse the faded bloodstains,
The dark burning scars, the stories, your sins.
Only then will I be your dark-eyed damsel
And we will call my house our home.
Your heart now to tame for a princess kiss
Yet to wild for a tame love's touch,
I place my lips in your unscathed hands,
Never to cry my nights alone.