When the Sword Weeps

A cycle of poems «Your Love Was My Siege Weapon»

Moonlit steel in silence deep,
Midnight’s vigil, shadows creep,
Crimson tears that secrets keep -
When the sword weeps, angels sleep.

Echoed loss through iron’s song,
Vows once sworn, but right feels wrong.

When the sword weeps, night will know,
Broken hearts the cold winds blow,
Honor’s pain in silent flow,
Bleeding truth where traitors go -
When the sword weeps, sorrow grows.

Battles waged on haunted ground,
Promises in ruin found,
Victory without a sound,
Bones and hope in blood unbound.

Echoed loss through iron’s song,
Vows once sworn, but right feels wrong.

When the sword weeps, night will know,
Broken hearts the cold winds blow,
Honor’s pain in silent flow,
Bleeding truth where traitors go -
When the sword weeps, sorrow grows.

Wounded faith and daylight torn,
Armor, dreams, and reasons worn,
From the oath my soul was shorn,
Lost for all that can’t be borne.

If time forgave the sins we made,
Healed the scars that never fade,
Would you lift the blade I braved,
Or leave its song in shadow’s shade?

Silver dawn upon my chest,
Lay the blade and give it rest,
Through the hush, a heart confessed -
When the sword weeps, I am blessed.