Fly down the hill
That separates me
From you
On horseback or wing
I am listed to be saved
These stones
I’ve built up
Around me
Matter little
To a love
like yours
Regret
That old advisor
Must go violently
(With joy)
To a dungeon
I once kept for righteous men
And I
(Undoubtedly)
Will step out
From this gray keep
Of centuries sin
Barefoot
Unburdened
To the victory green
To meet my judge
My jury and my lover