The Lady – the Maid and the Fallen One

Broken and despised
failed and forgotten

He served the Lady of the Moon
and now he dies beneath her notice

Honor above Self
Duty above Love

His sining blade felled her foes
like ripe grain before the sythe of the Reaper

But in that unguarded moment
when the Lady dismissed him
In that reconing she announced that all had served her well
And that they might go about thier lives once again. . .
When he offered his hand
She regarded him as some tumor
coughed into a handkerchief
Rebuked him
Told himto mind his place

Had he the strength
he would have turned his blade against himself
But even in that he was weak

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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