There had been too many tragedies
As a result of decisions made past
Too many losses experienced
When no one can ever go back
The weight of the world had always
Been his burden of responsibility
Generations of corrupt collusions
Cast doubt upon worth of fealty
He had not supported their actions
Yet still carried the onus of ancestry
And Fate can become unkind when
Forces of Chaos manipulate destiny
But somewhere beneath crushed pride
Remained an embered memory of love
It burned too much to touch it so
He’d gripped it with leather glove
Once released if it were possible
He’d have fallen to beg upon knees
As remembered their flights together when
Sacred winds had whispered through trees
And wished with all of his heart that
She could again love wild and free