I'm Always Fighting Dragons - East Of The Wall

If the first light left me seen, then by the first strike I’ve been struck.

God help me.

I’d stumbled upon the crowd, at first, in jest.

But I remained,

if only out cold

I once told you my scars burn like hot iron.

I’ve endured the day’s tolls,

and held my back to ills.

But if I’m to bear this load, then let me craft of

it the hand that grips my throat

If I put in all my fears, then at least what’s stored is kept, albeit locked in

this room

Grab hold, and you won’t let it go.

I might choke out a phrase that’s honed

with bile.

Safe journey on you.

You’ll run in a maze cut from my lines.

A strong word rings out like a shot.

I knew its aim would hit the mark

This golem I’ve made wants me dead.

It’s been programmed blow for blow.

Surprise-you bought it.

Hell, I did

I need one shape.

I need one place for aim: one rock and chisel,

hewn into place, and resting atop the thinnest strawman stand

It seems we’re going anywhere but where I win, or anywhere at all

Grab hold, and I won’t let it go.

I’ve called out a name that’s robed in time.

Safe journey on you.

You’ll run in a maze that’s all mine.

Safe journey onward.

I’ll call on the walls down around us both

A hidden ghost forms, and cleaves right through me;

drawn as familiar,

drawn to my call