When she sighs in slumber
When nightmares fill with fright
Curtains flutter in the chamber
Candles flare and set alight
Quivering with quiet rage
Aching to be known
Silently strikes all things down
Then carries on, alone
How does the young man raise his sword
Knowing what the King has done
How can he carry this bloodline
Fight as his father's son?
Weary with the burden of
Holding two hearts dear
How can she choose just one to love
When neither way is clear
The dragon knows the path ahead,
The physician is a guide
Yet the future's hidden from the rest
And those with the map have died.
