The Heart Beats

The air swirls,
not of wind and howls,
but of memories,
and melancholy.

A shadowed knight stands,
upon the hilltop,
and plunges the steel,
into flesh,
and death breathes,
not of rot and pain,
but of relief,
and closure.

The sun rises,
not of light and heat,
but of faith,
and strength.

The bell echoes,
not of wood and brass,
but of salvation,
and hope.

The heart beats,
not of blood and vibrations,
but of life,
and love.