Literature
Castle Walls
i.
I am cold stones and
Cold hearts;
I have seen them come and go,
Come and leave,
Come and die,
Come and be
Consumed.
I am every eye and ear,
Every breath captured
Between the solitary
Arms I encase them in.
I am always
The last to let go.
ii.
Gilded brow;
Golden hair;
Clear eyes.
I can see him already,
Back bowed,
Broken under the
Thumb time has yet
To break me with.
For now he is here,
Posture straight,
Eyes narrowed and
Staring onward.
His tongue is
Sharp, but his sword is
Sharper.
His mind is
Sharpest.
iii.
How do you
Steal a heartbeat?
Let me tell you.
You steal a heartbeat
With pain,
With spears and words and
Power.
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