bloody battlefield of my heart
show you the scarred ground
you turn and run?
Or would you lift up the wounded
among discarded weapons
beneath a blackened sun?
Or would you, like those before,
another merciless
attack
my undefended castle?
With sword and shield in battered hands
you slide your rusty blade
my unprotected shoulders
leave me to join the dead?
I don"t know.
I won"t until I let you through
killing fields of my soul.
Come in.
Come in
don"t linger—
battle has just begun.
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