Warrior's Bottle
There exists a tradition,
centuries gone by,
of a warrior's bottle
and a lover's night cry.
The tradition is said
to determine the fate
of the mighty warrior
and his beautiful mate.
A small bottle is given
from he to his lover,
made of delicate glass,
and a cork for a cover.
Then off he would go,
into a long and bloody war.
His mate left to worry
and long for him more.
She kept the bottle close
and warm by her heart.
Then, life falling rain,
her tears now would start
flowing from her cheeks,
she wiped none away.
Into the bottle
is where they must lay.
Day into night,
then night into day,
every new tear
being stored away.
If the warrior survived
and returned from his quest,
he would remove the bottle
that lay near her chest.
If the tears filled the bottle
near overflow,
nothing was said,
for now he did know.
It was without a question,
she loved only he
and had been faithful,
despite being free.
They would make love
until first light.
Their spirits would soar,
their fires ignite.
And if you look up
on such a magical night,
you would see a star born,
and burning so bright.