Three Hearts

Emerald eyes look across the mists on a clear starry night.
Bathed in the soft moonlight two warriors stand near the forest edge
One of Authorian Legend, the other a Viking King.
Both bring gifts of themselves to the maid of the mists.
Three hearts standing alone.
Each waiting for the promise of a new dawn.
Both pledged love to the maid.
Three hearts standing alone.
Each wanting the impossible.
The maid, her heart in her hand, looking across the mists.
Two men, both of honor and legend.
Two men, both with hearts of gold.
Three hearts standing alone.
Wishing to share the fire within.
The maid slowly glides across the soft forest floor.
Keeping her emerald eyes, on the warriors.
Three hearts standing alone
Under a starry soft moonlite night.
Walking to the warrior of Authorian Legend, she holds out her hand.
He gently helps her to mount his horse.
Turning back, her green emerald eyes look to the Viking King.
A tear slowly rolls down her cheek, for in coming to her Authorian love, she has left.
One heart Standing Alone.
As the warrior fades from sight, she closes her eyes.
Remembering the star which is burned into her heart and soul.

Deep within the night I felt a whisper stir in my soul. as I began to awaken I wondered to myself who had come to touch my hearts door. Hidden deep within the caravan which is me I pulled up my defenses to protect my shattered soul. Each night the whisper came and left behind small tendrils of warmth to batter down my defenses.

Ever so slowly the warmth surrounded me in my sleep till I once again slept without fear.