Bit of Prose

I share this with our readers as a bit of the poet that springs forth now and then from the depths of my own psyche. I hope you all enjoy it -

The warrior stood with heart outstretched.
Given naught but a road to walk
Bidden by the witch with the red hair
Called by the blood of his ancestors
Held over the flame of the woman's kiss
Burned by the touch of her embrace

The warrior fought hard
The warrior fought brave
but in the end did succumb to the beauty of the woman with power
touching the torc at his neck he made a vow
To be with the witch from the land of the fey
And to this end he strove
But as he entered the realm of her loving kind
He fell into the hell of one left behind
No place to run
No spear to throw
the warrior lain in his barrow
brother to the cold earth

Heart now gone
Soul flying to the winds
the warrior lays his shield at the feet of fate
The witch with the red hair walks upon another path
leaving him to his pain and his death
Laughter echoing the way as his tear touches the waters of the All.

Till next time........