A saviour

At the threshold of losing faith,

On the brink of losing sanity.

Battles a-many, all hopes lost.

Losing face from reality.

Laying out there on the battlefield ,

Amongst ruin, bereavement and despair.

Green grasslands no more,

Ashes and cinders burn to core.

I lay amidst the heap so morbid,

As all vision grew indistinct.

No sounds but of the crackling embers,

My fading breath, a dying heart,

Life percolating away into a distant tunnel.

A bright light fell upon me,

Summoning my end.

A firm hand enfolded around my shoulders,

Pulled me upright from the ground.

The light slowly dimmed away,

A silhouette it brought forth.

A vessel brought to my chapped bloody lips,

A fluid dribbled in, soothing and cold,

I saw the face, a warrior, a brave.

His face bore the brunt of war.

Yet his expression, of calm and unassuming peace.

He rested my tired head against his chest,

And I felt an immediate reprieve.

Peace coursed from his veins into mine

Life, beating within my lifeless heart again

He lifted me into him arms;

Silent words spoke he, to me.

As my sight grew sharp,

I saw his face clear and sound.

A guardian angel, did descend,

In a mortal form.

Valor, said his name to be,

A warrior who fought many battles , like me.

Ill be by your side, were words I heard

For life, and for eternity.