We art not frighted from the bloodied field;
Hearts becoming of a kingly knight's shield.
We art not thy's intricate game thee wields,
Grazing our ope body whence merely peeled. We art not undone by E...
This wind billows like the silent words thou hath spoken, Piercing through the depths of my very own soul—
Wherefore dost thou keep my heart in toll?
Thither among my chest, the heart is broken. Thy g...