Protectress

Protectress

I ...
an impregnable fortress.

Defender against the
realms of realities.

Realities that old, old
castles plenty know.

The determined, layered
rock stonewalling feelings.

Cold mornings ... the drowsy
dew determindedly clinging.

I - unlovable - or
so I believed.

You found me laying in my lair,
candlelight upon your filament hair.

Atop a bed of smooth stone inlaid
with trickles of a fever's sweat ...

You tended to my ancient wounds,
Gently penetrated my dark world.

Of salved fingers and gentle words.
for my soul lays fractured before you.

Pitched battles amid broken souls -
banners ripped like bloodied bands.

Outside the din of gales howlingly
shriek amid windswept, peregrine cliffs ...

Soft candlelight's refuge, wax flows
as silently, you push on, you advance.

Down those long corridors of my past,
following my dreams to their very last.

Sometimes the battle starts with memories,
my nightmares recurring at once.

Screaming screams worse than Death ...
the firelit danze macabre of shadows

You race to me, calming my mind's reach,
each stroke of your hand upon my face ...

Your Light knows my demons well enough.

And there is nothing they can do about it.