placed a heart inside a box,
box, sealed with a zillion locks.

then she went down on one knee,
with eyes closed she couldn’t see.

on her shoulder laid a sword,
she recalled the ghost of fjord,

for her journey to begin,
need she open din within.

placed a feather on that knee,
dropped her bones into a scree,

cold air breeze stayed far behind,
as her soul with stars aligned.

her heart remained inside a box,
someone took of all the locks,

on a sword he dropped a tear,
filled his hunger with a fear.

no one else but ghost of fjords, welcomed her amongst the wards.

feather fell on blood sprayed scree,
begins the journey with the sea.

lay those bricks on the ground
protect what you hold dear
drown in the sound
so quiet you cannot hear

city birds they run free
from cages of metal and rising smoke
but my brothers next to me
take a breath only to choke

there is nothing we can do
but we can only try
say it over again till it rings true
'this city will never die'