The Warrior’s Wife

She’s standing by the door,

waiting for him.

He’s ventured into lands unknown,

to fight the enemy, in a task

to protect his king’s throne.

He’s a loyal knight,

And he’d do anything

to keep her safe,

from the forces of evil.

And that’s why he’s fighting a war,

in lands afar, and unknown.

She knows not where he is,

whether he is alive, and safe.

The nights have become days.

And days to months, yet,

time has lost meaning for her.

She waits resolutely for his return,

her stance resilient,

she does not live on false hopes.

Her eyes unmoved, upon the horizon.

She’s standing by the door, 
waiting for him.

He looks around him,

the horrors of war, realities

awaken his senses.

Leaning on his sword, he sees,

victory had cost them dearly.

The sun has left the sky,

the chill of the night numbs his senses,

and he’s reminded of his loving wife.

She’s waiting at home, anxiously,

for him to return.

He gathers all his strength, there’s little,

but he knows he cannot give in,

there is way too much at stake.

He has to get home, for now,

only that matters to him.

Journeying the lands, he’s made it far,

he thinks he can reach home.

He knows she’s waiting, but

his life leaves him, slowly.

He knows, 

his wife is standing by the door, 

waiting for him...