Hester

No you don't
Nor will you
Won't
Ships sailed
Flies day all day
and not confront pale flowers of may
Day brings blown ballast
Flown owned by a callous cliche

By the winds of the west
Your sins regressed
Addressed in your chest
On your breast a scarlet vest
with an embroidered A

Hester
I attest
Her Lord hath gifted and blessed
Her benediction was beauty but Alpha confessed
Her malediction, an affliction, the addiction to friction
Mid-diction, bad in description, words as fiction
But depictions, a quick shun
Such is the real distance from Hester

Celestial aeons
Tides will never align
Sure in my knowing
We'll never intertwine
And though you say it you know
You don't love me and shan't be mine

I, an author. Of dim tale's
You a prynne-cess
I'd love to say
All day, All day
Soiled away
that pale may day

I'll never stray
Never yours
Waiting, whittling a crimson A
As a matter of course
Sackcloth and ash for a foray
Into beauty and contrition
For a torso, fey
And moreso, an intution
That scars shall remind of what I'd gladly pay

My fealty weakens me
Your subtle frailties beacons me
To say you do

No you don't
Nor will you want
Skin peeling like sails furled
In harbor all day
That this pale may flower
I shan't board this ship
A glinting Pearl
to remind me why the pain was worth it

Protector of the Innocent

Lightspeaker stood at the edge
Of a precarious precipice or maybe a ledge
As he looked over
The fall wasn't far
It was now into the breach
To the undertow of the tar

On one hand the descent
The other, teeth
Assent to descent
Time for choice so brief

Though with spell and sword
He could realise his will
The Holy Light abhorred
ever to kill

The ravening ravasaur
Could be quickly dispatched
A revenant's fire
struck out like a match

He owed a deep debt
to the Knights of Blood
Off the cliff he went
And hit the ground with a thud

His was a leap of faith
By the Light's grace
He knew he'd fare well
and 'twas as though he hadn't fell

His senses tingled with an itch
The presence of the unholy
For soon he'd face a nefarious lich

Though he could finish the battle
He needed reprieve
Time for reflection interrupted as he was addled
Forced to leave
To his place to quietly reflect
Down on a knee
He sighed genuflect

His battle had started
His race to be run
His devotion imparted
To defeat the malevolent