Of Saints and Sailors

Lovers, walk not away
But stay and hear
The flowing silver robes
That lady moon spins
You don them gingerly, then
Look up at me with fearful doe eyes
Love is an adventure
To be taken on with silvery sword and silent shield
And at times a silent singing massacre of hearts
But so glorious as the blood makes the soil loamy
With one faint cry
Suddenly, the river is dry
Who wants to be slaughtered like lambs?
No?
Then harden your hearts
And become your own hero
Love is a journey
Not for the faint of heart
For you'll trod upon the bodies
Of the ghosts of your past
And you'll warm yourself under the furs
Of the demons in your head
Entertain not your eye for beauty,
But your eye for bravery