Part Two. R/R?
I knew they were up there
I know he's still up there
Standing there bathed in their blood,
The blood of our enemies.
He's watching me again
I can feel his piercing eyes on me
Like twin hawks over the prey
They intend to split between themselves
As I pretend to sleep some.
I walked in on him one day
Maybe a week or more ago.
Time's lost all meaning
Inside these mists of visions and days.
He was down on his knees
Like a little lost schoolboy
With no guidance and no hope at all
Praying to the Witchblade to give us peace
Like it could hear his prayer from there.
It may not have if I hadn't walked by
But the prayer touched my heart
And not much does these cold lonely days.
Tonight I may pretend to sleep
But I'm going to be able to.
The Witchblade's acting up again
And all the visions involve Ian Nottingham
And what he's done for me over lifetimes.
It makes me think over the things
Things like my feelings, my loyalties
Things that loose a person if they question.
Whatever his plan was, if he had one,
It's working slowly.
And because I owe him a great deal
I will one day set him free from Irons
And maybe one day I may love him
Because I don't doubt that I care about him.