Caru

It is to ones own that gifts are given
gift of gold to king, ring to wife
My mind does not come away
from the thought of you
I keep a grip of who we could have been
Who we were,
Who we were meant to be,
Happy, safe, and beautiful
With a little one on lap and smile on face
dancing in the night together, the three of us
But that memory burdens me
the thought burns my soul
I cannot look upon children now
Their innocent faces and eyes give me horror
for in some small way
they ripped you from me
I think of a ruin, of something beautiful and grand
once here to did happiness and joy ring
buried now beneath blood and pain
and my misery
Only when the rains fall do I feel content
when the wind whistles through the air
I feel for but a moment then
like you are with me again
For you loved the rain, and the wind and the storm
no tempest did you face without a grin and a joke
I cannot smile over the calamity
of being without you
I asked you once to love me
you asked me once to never part
my agony feels eternal now
for I failed you
I begged the world to give me a gift
to bring meaning to my wretchedness
the world blessed me with you
then ripped you away
So then my world ended, when you went away
the world came to be dark and terrible
each step became torture
and each breath became a burden
The ringing of battle does not frighten me
I envy the dead and the dying
for they depart to a land of loved ones
and here I remain
I will raise my spear when the banner rides on
I will raise our wedding shield
I will be with you soon my dear
with you my love.