The Armoury

Weapons in the torchlight
Like a dragon’s hoard,
Helm and shield, sword and spear,
Rusted, notched
Like my heart.

No harp, no crown, no
Feast-hall; this armoury
Will be my kingdom.
A dusty gallery of savage skill.
But I dream of fountains
And the moonlight on your skin.

Wash the blade in blood
Brighter will it shine.
Unfurl the banner
Black as a day without
Love. I am only
Your standard-bearer.
- Varda