I Write Poetry

From the dark, the clouds approached,
of shadowed lightning and cracking thunder,
descending upon these magic few,
trust was divided and friendships sundered,
yet hope held firm, stoic and strong,
into the fray, love made its leave,
to the eye of the storm, ready to die,
fought a fight you wouldn't believe,
though scratched and scarred,
tattered and torn,
beaten and battered.
Tis now lost and forlorn,
A war drum beats inside of his chest,
he keeps pace, and heeds its calling,
he forever endures keeping his promise,
to save the stars and stop them from falling,
he wades through the fires of hell,
these broken things he swears to mend,
returning to her, her power and crown,
vowing the heavens will shine again,
whatever the cost he will pay,
for the goddess and queen of his heart,
afraid one day he will lose her,
as he sits tearing himself apart.