Back To Back

It has come to this,
This dramatic crescendo of the days violence,
Surrounded by snow and foes aplenty,
A hinterland field of carnage,
Only a sole pair of warriors are here,
Isolated from the regiment,
Husband and wife,

Back to back,
Iron support betwixt now as ever,
One nocking a bow of artemis,
The other brandishing a weary excalibur,
Black blood and sweat already a deluge down their cuirasses,
A legion of enemies already cut down,
This havoc was a lovers last dance,

They were a stalwart couple,
They stood together through betrayals,
Held each other through childbirth,
And a funeral too soon,
These conscript lovers would hold fast,
Even if the end came this day,
It will be as eloping in their spring years.