Coming careering back from the battlefield
with wounds bloody and firm hand on steel,
the Devil himself could not hold back my love.
'Midst the cacophony of war and the rage thereof
it was you that I dreamt of nightly in the fearful cold;
it was you who kept the light burning, kept me bold.
I hacked and slashed and cut innumerous men down
for an unseen king, but I only ever will bow to your crown.
My Queen, I gift to you my life entire and my soul.
For it is by your love alone can I ever atone,
Can I ever forget the disfigured faces in the dark,
Those that have left in me bloodlust's hideous mark
M.M. — 17-Jan-2016
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