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This breath freedom I live





Pushed from grace the fall came swift

The felling of this old soul held in malice

Forced to the abysses that consumes all

Filled full was her contempt in her hearts chalice

Our ruin, the death of marriage her parting gift



There were many that questioned the end

Pondering the wake as her breath froze cold the ground

Stunned and breathless I breathed in with resolve

And spoke but once the words of regret an empty sound

And swore to all in the frosted place never again to bend



Days turned to weeks, became months till came passed a year

The shadows of the heart commanding more than I was able

The ground thawed and i rose up the deathly sleep again

The beating cold shook off and freed my heart its burdened stable

Set it free to ride the passion of love free to loose my single tear



Yet still to my ear came rumor and more her passings

Of the pleasure of her body given freely to those that would pay

And to me though not a deaf ear they fell I turned away

My paths lead me out from the land of sorrow she had left me that day

Striding faster still till I was again in the sun and laughing



It came to pass in time as the healing continued my wounds fading

Upon a path lined by trees her court about scowling

My eyes upon her fell again and the old longing lingered

As with all things of court she played the game but lost her will howling

Her rage that I had grown free of the bonds placed on me loosed waning



I felt the old pain and knew now it was truly over and dead

I turned in parting giving her the grace of court in the end

And walked away content never more her eyes to fear

Breathing freely again the air of life, no need my will to fend

And smiled upon exiting that road dark the clearer now my head



Thus it passed and in the new land were none know of my pain

I grew and live with hope rising out of my broken heart

A warm wind blows were in the shadows of silence ruled

And out of this wind was the power of rebirth a new start

And I could hold my weary head up again and shake free my main



I have a long way to go till I reach home again

But now I know I can find it still looming over the rise

And I will not stop my journey till upon its threshold I am planted

I am stronger now than I was when she held me up Lancelot, lies;

No more the empty places for my life, this breath freedom I live.