Hero

He removes ache
Combats the night
when the will to fight  
Has left and what remains
Is not quite worth  
The sun again  
 
He takes me by the hand
And moves me on
Removes urge
To mourn the moon  
 
He will not endulge
My scream  
That wants to escape  
He says
And turns his head
But not away
 
I will not trade fury
And some cold dark place
For the terrible  
Loss of his sweet face
So i speak in polite whisper
And exist for a moment
As the reflection  
In his eye
 
He does not mind
He says
To hold me
While i grow much stronger