the lady rebukes her knight for dolority of soul

alone run to the hills and fight forever
a brow as stern as iron smitten red
your company the fighters and the dead
a heart like winter and winter is forever
to fight is to live your only rule
to live is to die your only creed
the wrinkles and lines are turned and cruel
but is it not true that warriors also bleed
and feel a sadness when the wind blows warm
children's melodies from the villages below
and feel a softness in place of the storm
when battle's won and the heart is low
and there's time to think of the pain of steel
of the loss of light and the last meal
is it not true that warriors also bleed she groaned
or is it forever you must walk alone