Ægrus Somnium

i’ll bare my fangs, when fangs need to be bore,
they see my castle as weak, the walls as fragile,
they see it as a time to take my tarnished crown,
the crows always begin to circle at your weakest,
at your weakest you have the least to lose,
when you have the least to lose you lose the most,
and when you come to take what i don’t have you will see what i have,
one by one the cheshire grins will widen behind me,
for the nothing i have is nothing you can hold and nothing you can take,
yet everything i need to destroy you,
now as i struggle down this empty hall,
in the empty castle, with these soulless stones,
with my queen in her silks of shadow holding my weight and moving me onward,
and the innocence of a little one holding the torch to light my way,
you will learn how much nothing can be, and how much of nothing i have,
and how my nothing can hold you at bay

by yours truly