It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.
There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.
She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.
Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.
A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.
He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.
His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.
He was covered with honor, love and trust.
The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.
She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.
She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.
Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.
He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are lain before you.”
“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born anew.”
“Your soul in my care will be loved adored and cherished.
Let no dragon cross my path or it is he who will perish.”
She laid her heart at his feet and trembling, took his hand.
Her future was in his eyes, her past now a wasteland.
— Penny Wilson
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