They were unseen but heard.
Their words, sharper than the devil's sword.
The wounds sustained, suffereth not to heal.
The scares thereof, an antique relic.

Swift shadow of shield so distinct, yet new.
Dashing to my defense with it bearer in command.
Gratitude, fright, uncertainty dropped like dew.
Still unseen but heard, their voices pierced through.

Charging to his right, I found a safe abode.
Forgetting the chaos before us as they rose.
His assuring grip on my arms were firm.
And his warm blue eyes calmed the scariest tempest in my heart.

Throbbing nonstop, my heart almost gave up.
But then, under his strength, I lean for safety.
Charmed by his smile and ignoring the foes.
Yet, the unseen whispers attacked with a wind so mighty.

A damsel in distress was I at a time.
Saved, by my knight in a shining armor.
A cliche story became mine to tell
And my end was far from death underneath his shield.

THE END