Heart and the Armour Tue Jun 4 2002 The candle lights flicker As I take off the armour. The blued plates and gauntlet, Chains, visor and helmet. By the yellow flames, my heart, But for the armour, torn apart By the spurs of many a dart. But for the armour. In battle fierce, the visor hid my tears, Unfazed I faced the arrows and spears. Now I fill my eyes to wash those wounds, And fan my heart with tender sighs. Day break! shafts of light on metal waits, And sweet scent of faded pains, The throbs held under the chains, Visor, helmet, gauntlet and blued plates.