Battles...

Forgot my chain mail

Left off my sword

Waded clumsily to battle

With naught, but words...

Bent down to prostrate

I bared my neck

For your beheading

Bared my back

For your abuse

Laid down my pride

To better heave the burden

Of your sanguine forgetting

And lap the low lament of

My exhaled truth

With shield cocked

For prime deflecting

Helmet lowered and chest plate shined

You took no note of love’s last leaving

Nor the long prized smile in my eyes.