Warm Sun
written by: Esalon
Warm sun at last touches my skin.
Uncloaked am I, naked.
Armor,
scarred by tooth and blade,
so long a part of me.
Cast aside.
Excalibur,
hilt long worn by hand,
forged by the passion of my heart,
still sharp and true.
Carefully laid to rest.
Dragons sleep…
A heart, weary of search
yet strong and free.
Pierced
Neither arrow nor blade
the fatal wound is made.
But a maiden’s gaze
has done the deed.
The Grail is near.
Hair, soft and golden,
lay all around.
Gentle fingers, trace scars
across my heart
as lips softly paint words
on a summer breeze.
A face so fair, a face so fair
at rest, upon my chest.
The Grail is near.
