By Catt Kingsgrave


You stood outside, upon the level plain

And shouted like a trumpet to my heart

Professed to love, and evidenced the same

And bade me tear the hoarfrost gates apart.

Then, hearing in your cries the ringing knell

That echoed cries of courage long denied,

I leapt from frozen limbo into hell

To warm the ice-torn heart you so decried.

The doors of every stronghold I flung back

To stare like one struck blind into your light

Now find the walls of ice begin to crack

And you, my love, now seek a foe to fight.

For now you understand this thing I am

Thou hast not breached a city, but a dam.