Blind Helm

I will call this city by your name.

My mind has been gone for some time now.

It found a place in the garden of dreams.

It's calling me. I can't stay anymore.

I wore you on my head—

a hard shell between me and the world.

Ice to the cold, ember to the heat.

A blind helm.

I thought you came to save me.

You were the one who wanted to be saved.

You couldn't take yourself and leave,

so you came down on my head,

hooked yourself to my fall.

Take me too, or die with me—that's what you said.

You dreamed of a life alone, a death for us both.

I've cut away everything that pulled me down.

I thought you were a dream. You were weight.

I learned it late.

Storm ended. Now wind flows from me to you with my words.

But stopped bringing your scent back to me long ago.

Let my words push beneath your wings.

You stripped my feathers, remember?

Left me powerless in the storm.

But I didn't die. I'm stronger now.

I steer the wind. I grew new feathers.

Our war ends here.

My helm sits under my arm.

No sword. No shield. No harm.

The road is long. I'm calm.