Written by  Tansy Gunnar   Plucked from the wind.   To be caged,  Drained,  Tamed,  Lamed,  And blamed.  Wanting to fall,   But not on her face,  Instead, with grace.  By using her wings to glide,  And her heart as a guide,  Towards where fated love collides.   Both ready…  Clanking metal and shields,  Axes and swords … Continue reading Love: The Battlefield