Another idea from Shirebound...............

~*~Left Behind~*~

Our ride is ended, my Lady.
Once belittled, left behind,
unmatched except in spirit
and shame and loss and love;
Shield-maiden they named you
and I Esquire, we went
where no man might tread,
into a black channel
of no true return, where
we laid low a foe we both
had ample reason to smite
with our whole beings
and he took a sizable piece
of us with him in his fall,
and we of him in our rise,
though wanting it not.
Side by side, we sang
a painful conterpoint;
your theme being hero's death
my own, ascent and victory.
And as our voices marched
so did our hearts
joined as only brothers
and sisters in arms
could ever be.

But now is that bond loosed?
I see you stand once more
as a tree I cannot climb
or as a player on a stage
in a drama too high for me
to join, but can only sit
watching in rapt silence
from the front row, and now
I see a Man beside you
who needs not lean backward
to look into your eyes, and
the glow in his own comes
from no flickering footlight.
A fair pair indeed you make.
But would you think me
truly absurd if I said
that I would speak his lines
and stroll in his boots?
Am I but your foot-page
now? Sometimes I would
sooner hear your loved voice
calling me enemy than friend
feel your hand strike me down
rather than caressing my own
in smiling sisterhood….

Why must my voice now
reach so low? why must I
always be left behind?
 My Lady,
have you forgot our ride?