A blood stain upon my clothes, leaves a clue behind that tells the world my knight in shining armor has plunged his lance into the weakness of my soul. I’m left to endure the agony of betrayal, the horrid of deception. I cannot stay upon my own feet. Weakening even more so, I am lifeless. I fall to the soil of the earth.
…Ah, and alas, the kiss, of the taste of the earth is far more refreshing than the air, I soon will no more breathe. Yet, within all the aching, I still yearn for the arms of my fallen hero. For what would I do in the after world of paradise, if I cannot even kiss my Roman warrior… good-bye
Oh… but then I am reminded by the pain from within my heart, the pain urging the blood to seep upon the soil, by which I am romanced by. It could only be that the ecstasy I once felt from my reigning Casanova, is now the depths of despair.
9-10-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS… I no longer think of a Roman Warrior as a hero now.
No one is mightier than my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!
Love is Christ focused.