The Warrior’s Fear

She laid there, her face blank,

Her eyes dull, as he silently left

The room, he did not turn back,

He could not.

She had spoke of a bond, she

Had spoke of love. How could

Such a small word send such

Fear through him?

Wasn’t he a warrior, hadn’t he

Seen death, killed men and women?

But the only one he cared for

Petrified him.

He looked desperately out into

The rain, the gods had wicked

Senses of humor, to give him

Such a vice.

His blind eyes saw nothing, but

His heart saw all, and his fear

Gripped his heart, showing him

Only despair.