the poet's final soldier...

it was indeed a dead end..
the poet could sense
the dying pulse
of his final soldier..
great warrior he was,
known are his moments
when he saved
this pitiful poet
in the slips and
suspense, and even
when the fairy left
forever
without showing
any glimpse of return..
so long journey
this has been,
amongst the mutlitudes
of timeless moments
and fragrance of
the unseen buds..
only his sword
saw the poet's
stillness and suffocation..
never did the poet
mind his intrusion
or being attached,
for their connection
is not of this life
but a droplet of chain
that they never wanted
to be broken..
even the first meet
of the poet and the fairy
happened under
his sword's security..
nobody knows this,
not even the poet himself..
pity the fairy,
she knows him not,
for he never brought
any ring from her
distant hero..
..
now,
the final breathe
of the last hope,
desired to be sunk,
still again
is the poet
or may be drunk
in gloom or
under everlasting spell..
..
may be
he resurrects
when the poet
comes to conscience
and delivers his
desperate delicacy ...
...