Immune to your castles in the air,
I armour myself with shining steel,
Just to walk into my kitchen,
And yet I feel that nothing is mine anymore,
And you stand between the world and me.
But that was before. Not now.
Sometimes my heart is confused.
A cold imprisonment like dark water.
Creeps up into my spirit.
I lose my way.
But that was before.
When I armed myself, cold-shining, each day.
When I let slip fragments of my soul, to keep me safe.
That was before. Before my tribe, my power, my guides, found me.
That was when I hid my hair with a metal helm
That was when a dark dog came to me in my dreams.
That was when I closed my ears, blinded myself,
And set forth upon the sea.
But then one day I took off my armour.
I walked away.
And I was free.