Heartsong for Xxxander

Heartsong to Xxxander

The arrows fly, piercing
cruel words cut, and maim
a soul, gentle and pure
but yet, evil's true aim

concealed in the shadows
a kindred heart stands by
secure in it's invisibility
doing nothing, nothing but cry

surely, someone will stand
and be counted as friend!
gripped by fear, unable to move
ashamed of the evil of men

terror subsides, a movement begins
a push, a shove, from One on High
into the fray the watcher dives
not someone, not another, but I

quietly moving to the gentle one's side
yes I am friend, count me as such
no more shall we fear, no... more
target me, hurt me, but him do not touch

for where he is good, me, I am not
your words are nothing, your deeds even less
men such as you, humbled you will be
you live by the sword, so feel it's caress

hatred won't live here, perish it will
back to back, bracing, prepared for the end
but the battle diffused, once stood only one
but now many come, to be counted as friend