The shield is cold
The wall is high
The field is still
The night is wide
I kept the darkness outside
And what did I keep in?
There is blood on my hands that will not wash away
There is a silence in the hall where her voice used to stay
I walk the corridors alone
The torches burn, but give no heat
The throne is mine, the crown is stone
And nothing here will ever sleep
I thought the fight was over
I thought the line was held
But something in the corner still refuses to stay dead
A breath
A whisper
A question
A name I cannot kill
She does not scream, she does not fight
She simply will not still
You can strike me seven times
You can bury me in stone
You can name me enemy
But I was never yours to own
She still breathes
She still breathes
Though the shield is cold and the story has been told
She still breathes
She still breathes
In the place you could not reach
When you decided what to keep
I check the door
I check the lock
I check the words I used to trust
But something moves inside the dark that does not answer to my must
The armor does not feel the same
The weight has changed its place
The sword is heavy in my hand
But nothing comes to test its blade
I killed her
I felt it
The blade went in
The light went out
So why do I still hear her
When there is no one else about?
She still breathes
She still breathes
Not in victory, not in pride
But in the wound I cannot hide
She still breathes
She still breathes
And the shield that once was strong
Now feels wrong
Seven times
Seven times
I will rise
Seven times
You will decide
Whether the shield was ever yours
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