Poem 21 : Love and War

Stallions rode by knights

Steered into the enemy line

With pike men running

Ahead, all in a war cry.

Amongst them roared

A young prince

In the gleaming armor

 Riding to save his motherland.

Unsheathing his sword

His eyes glared

At the marching enemies

And their riding knights.

Then, They clashed

Like a thunder of

A stormy rain

Metals clanked and clanked again.

Amidst the chaos

Rode our prince

Swinging his blade

As the blood spilled with each blow.

 As the day passed

And lives killed,

Enemies frightened and spattered,

battle was already won.

Far away, in the breezy

Meadows stood the

Longing princess

Staring at the falling sun.

As air twirled past her

Silken hairs, Tears came

From her moist eyes

With a ghostly silence to follow.

Then came the pompous

Day with marching troops

Along the crowded streets

Men back in their homeland.

As the news flew

Into her waiting ears,

She ran like

a fire set ablaze.

Then they met

in their Old magical place

They couldn’t wait

To embrace each other again.

Their stood on the tired stallion

The war laden Prince

With cuts and blood

Back from the chaos of war.

As the morning rays

Touched her blossomed face

She smiled with his warm embrace

As if the heavens had come alive.

-          Shashank.K.D

-          02-10-2011

-          To all those fairy tale readers