In the war's dim twilight, I sought my forbidden lover, my knight.

Not in gleaming armor, but in battle-stained steel, sworn to shield me.

Emerald cloak around my shoulders and lantern in hand, I combed the fields, fearing he lay among the trampled,

lifeless.

My breath caught as I spotted him. My arms looped under his,before I froze.

A long, jagged line that started at his hairline and extended diagonally down to his cheek,crossing over his eye.

In shock, I dropped him, backing away.