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.