Waiting In A Chair With Chains
A Hero now, and saviour then, before
But not of mine, my home was dark and yet
A twist, a scream, and you were out the door
You left me there, with time upon my head.
I handed you your wand! And hers! My own!
What more could I have given you, my heart?
I was innocent and you must have known
I'd needed you to play the hero's part
You saw me in the battle, I was scared
Saw my alliances were not with Death
My mother risked her life to see you spared
So spare, in turn, her son, her life, her breath?
So will you come and save me, Chosen One?
Or is my life of freedom gone and done?