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Fighting the Good Fight

I watched him for a long time
searching his face for any signs
of the man he use to be
but even as he drifted off to sleep
his brow didn’t relax
nor did his breathing slow
and I cringed as I watched him battle demons
long past waking nightmares
and into the depths of his dreams

but even then
I yearned to be there with him
...to be his Lady Fair
waiting patiently on the edge of battle
with warm arms to wrap around
the strong brave of him at the end
of each dragon slaying day
when duty was finally put to rest
and the tender in him
needed much more than a sword

but my steps didn't match his anymore
and he stopped admitting he needed
more than cold steel...long ago

in my own quest of love and war
and everything in-between
I learned the old saying was true
“the heart wants what/who it wants”
and no amount of love
given by someone else
can change that

the part I never truly understood though
was how so much love
could go unclaimed…untouched
how so many dreams could go unrealized
when so innocently dreamt
birthed of inculpable souls
and whispered in complete honesty

but there it is over and over again
stained across history
midnight rainbows pouring lost dreams
into the pools of lover’s tears…

...as Knights stand noble fighting the good fight
'in the name of love' never noticing
the Maiden by his side with romantic sparkles
shimmering in her eyes standing noble
fighting the good fight 'in the name of love'

never noticing the squire standing by her side with
moondreams dancing in his eyes standing noble
fighting the good fight 'in the name of love'...

I know I dreamt the dream
I whispered the words
I breathed the possibility
I fought the fight
and I lost
again and again

still I look at him
and I long to be there waiting
with forever etched in my eyes
because in my heart I know
he was always worth the fight

©LadyRaine