these walls were made to be unbreachable
built on the heart that shattered countless times
no giant has ever ruptured this rubble
and no god had enough power to see inside

so when the fissures started appearing
and the stones slowly watered down
i ascend to see nothing but a weakling
with velvet words and eyes of brown

delicate and precious as the intruder may seem
his dance was probing and destructive
the words he spoke fractured the seams
and the walls could do little to disrupt him

panic kept rising as the questions insued:
was the intruder a blessing? or was he the scourge?
should the walls be torn down? or immediately renewed?
was this an act of good will? or just another purge?

from this perspective it was truly hard to say
what his intentions were and if his heart was true.
or maybe the wall had made me forget how to play?
i laughed and went down and pretended to know what to do

The dread fell in love with the damsel,
        The devil frowned, The angels envied.
Hate and jealousy insued.
         Fear and Fate dispute.
Time and tide did rescue.
         Love died, tears dried and the Sun Shined.
Dread triumphed.
         Angels fell, the Devil died.
The dead heart dubbed at last.