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Lord of my Fears ©

Nat Hall
Sandwick, Shetland
2003

What is my life without those fears?
From the dark corner of my mind
Is echoing a lost desire
To tear apart dreams of a kind.

Beneath this shell beats a scared heart;
They're hanging there
Above the sword -
Awaiting orders of their Lord,
To strike again -
To tear apart.

Where is the knight deep inside me?
Excalibur has a master -
A velvet heart,
A blade so sharp
As powerful as a razor.

Life is my shield - my citadel;
A strong castle built
With these hands,
Made with hard stones instead of sand,
Braving the storms,
Time and my tears.


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