Tomorrow
the wolves are at the door.
Brave men
fight and die no more.
Women are
picked and names are given.
The woman
chosen would be driven.
Hard into
the night.
Soldier
fight
Today is
just another day, yesterday nothing different.
There
isn't any hearts to give or roses held as signet.
We shall
have our way with her. Our chosen host.
There
won't be any marriages, we will make the most.
History is
just fact.
What the
story lacked.
No saints
were born to die this day.
No holy
matrimony for the fray.
No solemn
vows to give to you.
The next
day it will all be through.
Without a
Valentine.