I heard your whispers in the winter light,
chills ran down my spine as though you were near.
Revered to scattered glass reflect that plight,
the bridge collapsed and vanquished me with fear.
With ardent eyes- I cried for you each day,
perplexed yet impelled to make it clearer.
Angel, my prancing fingers typed away;
as the night falls the tide brings me a spear.
I had endured the seasons as they changed,
with this dancing blade behead the dragon.
Flared in the attempt to leave you defanged,
win and take me to my marriage wagon.
Like a rose we wither, only to bloom-
with our fighting souls the world is not doomed.