The Armor and The Sword (2)

The Armor and The Sword part 2

I. The Re-encounter

On a chilly October night

Something distant was in sight

"Who is't is thence?"

I called out with my hand at my sword ready for defense

The sound of footsteps draw ever near

It's then that I begin to hear

soft and mumbled cries

That was when I knew it wasn't any spies

He stands before me

His armor bent, bowed and broken

In his eyes I could see

The unspoken

II. The First Impression

I stood in awe mesmerized by his strength

After all it is not something determined by muscle mass or length

Valor

is not sickly pallor

when faced with opposition

It's getting up when you fall to complete the mission

Bloody sweat and salty tears

courage doesn't mean you have no fears

III. The Realization

He hides his tears and tries to speak

I'm blown away and slightly weak

A familiar baritone voice full of graciousness

Identical to the voice from when I lost consciousness

But that was years in the past

Have I met him at last?