Landscape bleak and barren streches before him.
Warrior battle-worn and battered.
He surveys his surrounds with eyes old, filled with pain and longing.
His search goes ever on.
Never-ending.
He met her once.
Dark and beautiful Celtic maid.
She calls to him,drawing him eternally.
Tears of blood wet his cheeks.
His soul bleeds.
His purpose to shield and shelter her.
His devotion unwavering.
Yet she remains beyond his reach.
Vision clouded he sets off once more.
He prays that he may find her.
Lend her his strength.
Keep her from harm.
His life to give her peace and joy.
His purpose that alone.
Each beat of his heart for her.
Each breath hers to command.
Aching.
Bleeding.
He takes up his search once again.
His vow unbreakable.