A Story To Tell Poem by Jean Harold

It is curious how I utter Surrender

and bow down when everyone is asleep

while releasing the arrows in the daylight
Yet my heart and mind pronounce
your name silently, and my dreams

cannot escape to reality without restless

anxiety of you standing on the realm

your crown held high,
your trusted knight lines up

to protect you from all threats

You will say it loud and clear: 

The Monsters and The Walls are to stay
Then I will wake up with a sword in my hand

with the wreckage of the Walls and

the blood of The Monsters

and their love letter