Helpless: by Steven

Full of anger ,
Sword in hand.
Almost ready to kill,
But not at his demand.
He is held captive,
In a tightly cramped cell.
He wishes for his leader,
To go back to hell.
He tried to make an escape,
But someone had his plan foiled.
When he saw that darkened face,
His blood nearly boiled.
His leader had told him,
He must draw blood.
He fell Straight to his knees,
is eyes began to flood.
"I wont kill a father I won't kill a wife,
I would rather have you take my own life."
The demented leader waved his hand,
At once a sword swooped downward on his
c ommand.
As he fell to the ground,
He saw a strange vision.
He had his own life,
Could make a decision.
He stayed with his love,
He held her close.
He only saw death,
In a small dose.
When his love saw his body,
He saw through her eyes.
His love nearly fainted,
She will watch as he dies.

Helpless