Swift… The sword can be
So unforgiving
Striking at random
In tandem or thrice
Stalking the night in
Succinct predilection
Pumped with bravado
Knowing no shame
Where is my White Knight
On galloping steed?
Swift to the fray he rides
Brandishing steel
Taking the mantel of
Conquering angel
Holding the laurel of
Sweet victory
Grace be my savior
Hope my redeemer
Yielding a kiss on
My welcoming cheek
Offering manna replete
Sweet with honey
Wrapped in blue velvet to
Comfort my soul
Blessings abide as
The sun hugs horizons
Always tomorrow in
His home or mine
Filled with a confidence
Uncompromising
Fear cannot live in
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