Twas A Morning Dew

On a day my final battle was fought..
And I had heaved my heavy sword..
Into a halo of masked shadows…

I went down on my knee to surrender
To find my tears had forsaken me..
Just when I thought I needed them..

For before me was not a reflection..
Of the dead ~ But of the living…
Once a dream.....Now before me..

Standing with my sword in her hand..
Twas a Morning Dew ~ Whispering….
“Rise my Knight…Take thy sword”…

“I need thee to take me across ~
The battlefields…To take us home…
Back to where our time began…”

And as I rose… I took my sword..
Whilst taking her heart inside mine…
And took the world that was ours…