A rustle on the crunching leaves

A small head peeking down a window

A firm grip on the sword’s hilt

The terrified look on the faded out glow

 

A short gasp and the rushing haste

A cord hanging from the root

A dejected plea for a safer haven

The forgone request, the unlikely pursuit

 

The strong hands holding the stirrup

The beautiful hands touching the shoulders

The bundle on the lap

Cuddling and cooing in slumber

 

The sudden halt, the deathly shiver

The firm grip, the slacken hold

A smell of the oncoming tussle

The deed of battle, decision behold