Over many moons passing through dark starless nights have revealed
The wounds I suffered from Love\'s insidious cruelty have slowly healed
Deep down the fear of evil words and love turned to hate languishes still
The outward scars are slowly disappearing with time,faith, a renewal of
Spirit and inner man becoming whole thereby allowing emotions to flow
The wounds of battle, badges of honor fought with undying commitment
Be it honor, pride, country, your queen, the center of existence-love
My demise was love gone evil from years of something, turned to battle
Wounds from my blood flow decimated my body of emotion and trust
Thereby making me a shell, a wounded warrior of lost love ever forlorn
Venturing out of my self imposed dungeon, disillusionment of love and life
Merlin took pity on this warrior of love for he sent forth a goddess, nay queen
Who as I disillusioned by love and loneliness of the heart, body and inner soul
Hands touching lips pressing together I felt renewed life flowing into my body
Camelot is a vision in ones mind but is achieved as two see it- the sum of one
Her quest to heal my wounds has been ongoing fraught with demons arising still
A soft touch, a kiss, reassuring voice, her eyes filled with tears feeling my pain
Every breath I take in her arms, a transfusion of new fresh life giving blood
She has unselfishly given herself to me to honor, cherish, and to love forever
My wounds are healing faster as I lay my sword, my life for my beloved queen.
