My hand grazed the cool stone.
The past singing its ancient tone.
And I didn't hear the lesson that is was trying to teach.
I skipped the message that was trying hard to reach.
But I hear it now strong and true,
Walls are strength, and security for you.
Now I realize the ruins are my own.
The last remnants of my former goddess, the one that was made of stone.
I was safe behind that wall of power grace and wiles.
But I tore it down until my hands bled because I adore your smiles.
So I stand shaking from the last canon blow
The one that tore right through and brought me low.
I hold my tattered half beating heart to you,
And even though it's beaten it's still true.
It's yours if you still want it you've worked hard to get it.
Made it to the center of my fortress, attacking from within, now I'm trying to regain some of my old grit.
i used to be tough, sturdy as these ancient stones fueled by the empowered fire I had lit.
But I became comfortable in the open, happy even while exposed.
I learned to be safe in the vulnerability because I knew you stood close to catch me.
Now I cling to the bricks that may be used to build once more,
a wall of tattered bones, I build even while my soul remains torn.
In one hand everything you've asked of me my heart me soul my time, in the other the rememnants of the strength that used to be.
I can't give up on us, I cherish it too much.
If not guarded I am loyal and true and still remain such.
But what is a queen without her walls?
Without her Castle where does she land when the floor falls?
I suppose she waits in the rubble for her king, her destroyer, her dearest ally, her fatal enemy.