My Poetry, Pt. 2

Just a continuation of the last post!! Again, any criticism is accepted no matter the punch to the gut :')

"Holy Knight, The Swordsman"

I am in awe of the tale of the Holy Knight

His sword gleams and his armor shines

BLessed by the gods themselves

He stares warmly with such golden eyes

His gaze so pure it makes evil sob and cry

The Holy Knight's sword knows naught of innocent blood

In his heart there's much room for love

Yet in his heart there is only one

~~~

"Fair Maiden, my Beloved"

I am in awe of the tale of the Fair Maiden

Her dress sways and her hair flows

Blessed by the gods themselves

She stares longingly with such gray eyes

Her gaze so hypnotizing it shows evil its demise

The Fair Maiden's song knows naught of vulgarity

Her sweet words bring much flattery 

Yet in her eyes lies only one

~~~

"My Ghost"

My dress flutters in the small breeze of Spring

Hands clasped together as we sway

Heartbeats synchronized along with out steps

I look into your eyes only to find nothing there

A feeling once warm is now cold 

Disappearing before me as you fade away

I reach out to you but you're already gone

Leaving me questioning my reality

What I thought was Spring was truly Winter

And I now stand here alone

Wishing to have one last dance with you

My reverie, my ghost

~~~

"Who is he?" (edited for personal reasons)

Who is he, the man in my dreams?

A surreal reverie? A wistful fantasy?

I reach out my hand, yearning for this man

So close yet so far

I'm only left to wonder

Who is he?