Hall of the slain

Open your holy doors
Lift up these ancient gates…
Admit me

I have fallen

In the distance you rise
Peaceful
Golden

Give me rest

I have been
Pierced
Captured
Laid low

My heart only beats now
In her hand
My soul each moment becomes
More her slave

Under your shield
I might find
Respite
Repose
Perhaps even
Safety

From myself

And this desire
To fly

To her side

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