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
That old advisor 
Must go violently 
(With joy)
To a dungeon
I once kept for righteous men
And I 
Will step out 
From this gray keep
Of centuries sin
To the victory green 
To meet my judge 
My jury and my lover 

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