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When the Hero Returns
She stood there with waiting breath
The hero, her hero had returned over the horizon, just beyond reach
The pure essence of his aura she first felt as his procession drew close to the gates
Hurried yet fragile steps as she made haste down the cobblestone steps
Battle-scarred or not, the lady's knight had returned to her, now safe
To the temple, always to the temple did the returned heroes go
The journeys long and trying
Great care was taken as with all heroes
Embraced with robes of the finest silk
She gazed at her lover, running those soft pale fingers
Over his cheek, leaning in to kiss his now pale lips
She wept for him and would every day after
Alas, at least her hero was home once more, now forever
