They are Comming...

This is a rather cliched melodramatic piece that does not rhyme all the time. It's about the classic persecuted couple running from the some feudal lord's men. It's from the female perspective. I have to admit I thought it a bit "gay" if you will, but I wanted to try my hand at this sort of thing too. So here it is.

They come for you my love,
A wall of men and horses,
Shuddering, bobbing, straining and panting,
Hooves fighting and digging the ground,
Sparking and shattering the stone,

They know what you did,
They fear what you’ll do,
They snarl as they lunge for you,
Hearts red and eyes full,
Swords ready, over land flying,

Flying the rood and roving forwards,
Water splashing around their ploughing,
Cutting through bush, murk and mud,
They come closer, ever closer,
They never stop and they never rest,

They want what you took,
They want what you freed,
They want the blood of love,
To rape my longing,
And crush my cause,

They come for your blood,
Their hard and angry honour,
To cut and bludgeon my love,
Feed an angel to the earth,
Glut the grass with gore,

They come but they will not take,
They seek but they will not find,
I walked into them that wanted me,
They gave me to my old master,
And he was pleased to again hold me,

I gave him a drink of steel as my gift,
And dashed his life over the sheets of his lust,
I was over him, shuddering hate, in his last bed,
When they found us together there,
And now I am to die though I do not fear,

For I have saved my only reason,
And written you my proof,
Forgive me and strive my heart,
Grow and flower with each season,
They come for you no longer my love,
My brave, my free, feral young heathen.