I see him standing before me in a field,
surrounded by trees.
His armor is stained
in blood from battle.
His mighty sword
is sheathed at his side.
He loods down
at the blood on his hands.
I walk to him
and stand under his chin.
He smiles down at me
and holds me tightly.
At last, my love has returned to me.
Through endless nights of waiting,
he has returned to me.

A clash of thunder awakens me.
I rise quickly from my bed.
My quilt covered in my cold sweat.
The rain begins to pour,
thunder and lightning roam nearer.
I sit at my window and gaze
endlessly into the night sky.
Three years have passed and still
no sign of my love.
The distant battle cries rage on
as do my own.
My only comfort are my dreams,
only my dreams.