My Armor

My day has begun,
And already I dread,
Every single moment,
That lays ahead.

Such pain, such torment,
Encases, surrounds,
In his anguished cries,
His future abounds.

For the pain I inflict,
I shield my heart,
An armor of light,
In Grace she starts.

The warmth of her arms,
A mail I wear,
To be touched by her light,
Eases the pain I must bare.

His tiny little body,
My healing hands,
The embrace of her,
This life demands.

The Heralds have called,
His approach, tis time.
I turn in her arms,
My Armor, in Grace Divine.


RavenWolf
~2001~



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