The Master's Tears

Tears caress the Masters cheek, Once mighty to scale the highest Peak. The head bowed once was handsome, Heart heavy, now so burdensome. Tears flow free eyes once bright, Never again will they see such light. Muscled arms are laid to rest, Sobs come forth from manly Chest. Tears flow down a wind-burnt face, Alone here this desolate place. Nought is heard 'cept the wind in trees Never more shall come sweet scented breeze. Tears fall upon the slaves girls Breast, Holds her tightly, so none can wrest. This girl so beautiful and brave, Her action gave life to Master not Slave. The wound to her heart, blood flows free, Mingles with tears like the roots of a tree. Anguish engulf wholly his very being, Life departs is what he is seeing. While Swords flew round rang in the air, The slave so strong and yet so fair. Ran to the aid of her Master so brave, Knowing saving him would take her to grave. As he fought the outlaws who would take all, One did separate from the melee and brawl. With cruel intent he slunk away, Determined Master would be his prey. Crawled he down an act so cowardly, Mindful of the Master that fought so powerfully. Slunk in the rocks for his foul deed, To the beautiful slave he gave no heed. Masters back was turned, He fought so valiant Nought did he know of the dreadful assailant. As he darted forward with blade held high, Up sprang she with a fearful cry. The blade sank deep, into flesh and bone, From full sweet lips came baleful moan. Master Spun round Sword held low Dealt the villain a fatal blow. Now fearful outlaws all lay slayed, Nothing he see's 'cept her as she lays. Remembers he, the first time he saw her, Thinks of her love when he first took her. A slave that submitted, freely to him, A girl that gladly pleased every whim. Now gone further than duty or call, Submitted in life, and death, in all above all.