The Witcher

he embarks on an adventure

with a surprise, the price of coin

monsters to defeat 

the day of reckoning 

with Roach by his side

and the bard playing the lute

witches call him:

invading his dreams

of destiny foretold

and although it may seem

that their are few, who love him

a message is written here

right below his name

The Witcher

a day of love

a feast for the senses

cards are sent

roses with their scent

the message of love is received

red is the passion

when all is revealed

bringing about a new hope

put into perspective given scope

each and every darling wallflower of the mind

a blessing you will find

Love is a paradox

Love is a paradox

when ones feelings

are not of your own

but a fabrication

of society

this reality

is a manifestation of being

a recreation of essence

a parting of the way

the substance of which

echoes through

beyond all borders

the paths which we follow

to find true love

Dream of love

when I dream of her

it is she that manifests 

apart of me lays hidden 

waiting for it’s match

a seamless interwoven catch

looking across from where we start

to break even a heart to heart

as I lay awake 

my dreams unfold 

a stream of ever knowing love

 

she broadens my horizons

the light of truth

reflected in her eyes

show me the path of salvation

a blessing in disguise