Jiri's First Sonnet

LionHeart stands at the heart of a door
Risking a life that's beyond its repent
Blessing a dignity that lies at his core
Waiting eternity at his descent
Bravery follows his sword and his shield
Pointing a path filled with darkness and light
Holding a power a hero could wield
Grasping for peace in the midst of his fight.
Desperate hands grasp the noblest of cause
Reaching together but always alone
Noble defiance without e'r a pause
Wishing the hand so that he might atone.
A door and a life is what keeps them apart
behind it she holds the last piece of his heart