He came to me again last night
His Normandic face, almost angelic, now so familiar
Eyes of steel blue looked into mine
Before striding his stallion with dancers grace
The golden mane of hair fell down the muscular back
Of this nameless hero
For hero he must be, his face shows
The pride and arrogence of a nobleman
Once favoured by royalty
Believing he can make a difference fighting bloody suicidal battles
He turned once more and favoured me with a smile,
But perhaps a grimace
I dont fear him now tho; I have lived through his battles before
In my dream state I took in his barbaric dress
Of leather trousers that hugged at powerful legs
And hooded cloak worn over a tunic belted by a strap of leather
He travels light my God of War
This nomadic knight, I have come to love
But love me back he cannot, he knows his fate
As if reading my mind, and why would he not,
Tis but a dream after all
A look a pain crossed his beautiful face, his hand reached out to mine
I agonizingly knew he had to leave
He had wars to fight,
And I too witness the gory details was my sorry fate
Proudly he sat atop his horse taking in the scene blow with a swift glance
A battle raged on the gloomy wasteland,
A carnage riddled field
Of twisted broken bodies
Face forlorn for what must be done
With an almighty roar from deep inside he came wielding his sword
Body rigid, his face set in a determined scowl
The sunlight shining on the shiny metal
Many a widow that day did make
Many a tear did fall and many a heart did break
No one stood a chance in that godforsaken fray
I looked for my handsome splendid God
In the aftermath of war
As dreams allow roamed hills and moors,
swept down the valley into fields of heath
Anguish clutched my heart as frantically I searched
Hope was all I had last night in my dream turned nightmare
As it always is
Tonight I pray the God of War returns to me
The alternative too devastating to comprehend
I dont ask questions now,
Perhaps too this is my fate
copyright
Jane Frances Chapman
