The Wielder of Several Spears

My heart is broken to many a piece,
its fragments scattered by my tears,
can someone tell me where my heart is please?
its been stolen by the wielder of several spears,
I am lost and know not who to trust,
for everyone I see is a cunning stranger,
if you wish to talk to me oh please you must,
not put me in anymore danger,
the weilder of several spears is out to hurt me,
spite and viciousness its motivator,
the heart of the wielder knows no mercy,
and verily it is no procrastinator,
Oh you, hold back your sneers,
there is more to be said,
I used to love the wielder of several spears,
who now wishes me dead,
the stallion of the wielder is quick,
while my horse still needs to stand,
the heart of the wielder made of brick,
and mine poorly made of sand,
yes one day I will bounce back on my feet,
and forget the wielder of many spears,
now you enjoy this treat,
whilst I go and gather my tears.