Hunted a Tribute

by Gutter Trash Pixie

Time is somehow not a question,
Nor an anwser either.
It can be described as a lesson,
Perhaps, a test of trial.

The moments may flow away,
and fate takes a grasp of what is wrong.
But the words you manage to say,
Makes the time plenty long.

It creates a protector,
A warrior of sorts.
You are fighting a war,
To become my royal consort.

I accept your pledge unto the end,
Kneel and proudly bow.
It is I you will defend,
It can never be broken now.

Your heart is with me,
Mine is within yours.
I love you, can you see?
We can fight this War of Wars.