My Love

My love is a stallion
The purest of white
That pulls a sleek chariot
Deep through the night
With power and majesty
Noble and fair
Relentlessly charging
The battlements there

My love is the wall
In the dead of the night
Off in the mist
Prepared for the fight
The grimmest of visages
Steeled, through the fear
Awaiting the onslaught
Soon to appear

My love is the tempest
That howls through trees
The rain and the sting
It leaves with its freeze
The bitterness mounting
With each moment’s breath
The closer to hell
The closer to death

My love is the passion
That runs through the veins
That drives the insanity
Holding the reins
The singular purpose
That empties the mind
That darkens the eyes
That calls the divine

My love is the power
That sits by the fire
Within the dark fortress
The walls and the spire
Alone in the warmth
In the glow of the flame
My love rests in trust
In all it’s attained

My love is the battle cry
Piercing the night
The balance of forces
The truth of the fight
My love is the struggle
The contest at hand
My love is the drama
That’s driving the man