The Sword and the Rose (All three parts together)

The Sword and The Rose
Part I: The Sword of Fate

A warrior strong, hair worn long
Arms mighty as an oak
A fighting man, sword in hand
His prowess is oft spoke

With mighty sword, felled a horde
Many were those that died
'Neath flashing blade in quiet glade
Where winds of sorrow sighed

Sword bright, solidified light
Agleam in morning sun
With whistling sound, blood-soaked ground
Alive was left but one

With some wench in lusty clinch
His manly needs were great
Three or four and sometimes more
His baser needs he'd sate

One fateful day came his way
Heavy purse filled with gold
From noble born, tired and worn
Bod' shaking from the cold

A lady fair, flaming hair
With lips of ruby red
Must ride this day, hide away
Or else she will be dead

Forty coins gold would he hold
The price to save the maid
In all the land was no man
Could stand against his blade

With gold-filled purse, danger lurked
Death hid behind each stone
No safety found, road or town
They rode just two alone

Two homespun cloaks didst invoke
Visage of meager means
Beneath starlight late one night
Didst passion take to wing

A warrior strong, maiden's song
In each other were lost
Forbidden tryst, lives didst twist
And dear would be the cost

The Sword and The Rose
Part II: The Rose of Love

New fallen snow, two below
Huddled 'round sullen fire
Shaking with cold, neither old
They talked of matters dire

A lean-to tent, corners rent
'Twas all the shelter had
'Neath fur and hide, didst abide
The two in blizzard bad

Come breaking dawn didst move on
Down to the valley low
On they rode, where sweet streams flowed
And wind didst softly blow

Grass so sweet, beneath bare feet
Slowly they made their way
Flowers in bloom shed their gloom
They rested for the day

Flaming red hair, skin so fair
Lips burning ruby red
A laughing smile, woman's wiles
To danger both be led

Passions enflamed, wrapped in chains
Hearts longing to be free
Her luscious lips, laughter tipped
Yearned for what eyes did see

Her arms did ache, longed to take
And hold the warrior strong
Her face grew flushed, blood did lust
For what she knew was wrong

Restless hands reached, heart beseeched
And prayed he'd hold her close
The world didst turn, passions burned
And soon wouldst damn them both

The Sword and The Rose
Part III: The Thorns of Destiny

With flaming cheeks, knees gone weak
In fear her heart doth race
With torrid glance, takes the chance
They wrap in sweet embrace

Maid chaste and pure, quite the lure
Had never bedded man
With wondrous eyes, sweet her sighs
Her knees too weak to stand

A fighting man, massive hands
But gentle touch had he
With love filled heart, lips did part
His tender hands roamed free

With measured pace did he place
His manhood there and then
In passions throes, cries arose
And brought about their end

A hunting man, bow in hand
Didst hear yon maiden cry
A grave mistake, he did make
Two shafts did he let fly

One arrow flew, landed true
Warrior was laid to rest
One went astray, maid did slay
Shaft deep within her breast

Both buried there, fated pair
Beneath the forest floor
Where they are laid, warrior and maid
Grows a rose forever more

With sword-like thorn, to forewarn
Legend is brought to close
For to this day, thorns do stay
The warrior guards the rose

Originally posted in seperate parts , but somehow part three was lost. Instead of uploading them one at a time I decided to post all three parts together and see if that worked okay. As with all my poems I welcome constructive critique and always strive to improve.